Breathe In... Breathe Out...

The child fell asleep in Arya's arms that night. She didn't have to tell him a bedtime story, but instead, she shared the story of her life. Ayden had told him that he had hurt his mommy, and that's why she left. He never told him the why, the how, or the when. Those were things that they, as adults, would resolve in due time.

"You need to rest," Ayden comments, noticing her discomfort. "Let me help you settle him, and you also need to talk to Robín."

"You're right..." she gets up slowly and leaves the bed as Ayden tucks in their son and covers him.

Arya walks to the exit and takes her phone out of her bag. She finds Robín's number on the back of her email and calls him.

"Hey, are you still alive?" she asks when he answers.

"Still kicking! Are you coming to sleep tonight or has that millionaire of yours kidnapped you?" he jokes. In the background, the sound of a movie can be heard.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. I just called to let you know I'll pick you up at nine, okay?" she explains.

"A