C294 I WILL NOT HIDE THE PAIN

Aria stood in front of her mirror. The glass was clouded with her own breath. She reached up and touched her neck. The skin felt tight and angry. There were black finger-shaped marks on her throat, right where the killer had squeezed the life out of her. Every time she tried to swallow, a sharp pain shot up to her ears. She tried to pull her high-collared dress up to hide the mess