Aria's POV
"The past where you threw me out while pregnant?" I kept my voice low level. "Or the past where you chose Vivian over me? Which part should I forget?"
"I know we made mistakes"
"Mistakes." I laughed bitterly. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
"Please, Aria." Now she sounded desperate. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But Noah is my grandson, i just want to meet him. Once. Just once."
Something about her tone set off alarm bells. Eleanor Monroe never begged. Never showed vulnerability unless she wanted something.
"Why now?" I asked. "Why after all this years of silence?"
"Because I saw the news. About Marcus, about the threats." She took a breath. "Because I'm getting older and I realized—family is all that matters and I threw mine away."
It sounded genuine. "I need to think about it," I said finally.
"Of course. Take all the time you need." She paused. "I'm staying at the Grandview Hotel, Room 412 incase you you change your mind."
