"Sidney Price."
The name had been echoing in her head since the moment she'd heard it last night, and she couldn't shake no matter how hard she tried. It clung to her thoughts, when she'd gone to sleep last night and now she woke up in the morning, still thinking of it. And the longer it stayed, the more her curiosity grew. The urge to look up the name in a search bar and see what might surface—had her fingers itching with anticipation. She'd even caught herself hovering over her phone, thumb ready to tap on the browser.
But she stopped herself every time.
Because deep down, she was afraid. Afraid of what she might find. If it was only someone who was AIden's nemesis, then she shoudl not have been so curious. But that name was clinging to her thoughts and somehow she had a feeling that it might be something related to her past.