As the movers finished bringing in all of the boxes to Aria's bedroom, she examined herself in her full-length mirror, wondering if the people of Rosewood would be able to tell that she'd had a baby. She was quite thin, to be honest, and had lost all thirty pounds she'd gained with Elliot. Her hips did have more curve to them and her bust was slightly larger than when she was thirteen, she decided, but she wasn't sure if that was a dead give away that she looked like a "mommy".

"Aria, are you ok?" Aria turned around the see her mother standing in the doorway. She stepped away from the mirror and began to actually take in her bedroom. The wallpaper was the same, the ceiling hadn't gotten any taller, her window seat still faced the back yard. It was the same, but different all at once.

"It's just so weird to be home." Aria answered, looking back at Elliot as he continued to nap.

"We've been gone for two years," Ella stated, stepped into the room. "When you're sixteen that's a long time."

"Well, when you have a kid it's just seems to fly on by." Aria paused before continuing, finally tearing her gaze from the sleeping toddler. "I still think about her every day."

Ella smiled softly. Aria didn't speak of Ali's disappearance often, but she knew that it still plagued her daughter constantly to feel so helpless. "Why don't you call your friends? They don't know that we're back from dad's sabbatical."

Aria rolled her eyes slightly, diverting the conversation back to Alison. "On the news they're calling it 'The Anniversary of Alison's disappearance', like it's a… party or something."

"Why don't you give them a call?" Ella asked again and when Aria nodded slightly towards Elliot, Ella shook her head. "You five were inseparable; those feelings don't just go away."

"I need a ride to lacrosse!" Aria's brother, Mike, shouted as he ran past her bedroom, clearly aggravated by something. She smiled as Ella made an annoyed faced and handed her her cell phone, something she hadn't had access to since she found out she was with child.

"I'll take him." Aria grinned, accepting the phone from her mother excitedly.

"And I'll watch Elliot." Ella agreed, standing up to pick her grandson up from the bed. "Come on, handsome, Uncle Mike needs help!" she cooed, coaxing him to wake up.

Aria and her mother headed downstairs, where Aria grabbed her jacket, purse and the car keys so that she could drive her brother to Rosewood Day.

"You have lacrosse today?" Byron asked as he dug through several boxes label 'living room'.

"It's the first tryouts and all my stuff is in, like, a hundred boxes!" Mike shouted back, digging through another box labeled 'kitchen.'

"A hundred?" Ella questioned sarcastically, now carrying Elliot on her hip.

"You know what I mean."

"Come on, let's go look in the garage." Ella gestured for Mike to follow her as Byron approached Aria, cup of coffee in hand.

"Hey, I, uh, know that moving back here brings up a lot of memories for you… are you ok?"

"I'm still keeping your secret, ok, Dad?" Aria shot back hastily. She glared at her father before adding in a hushed voice. "Both of them."

Byron's eyes fell to the ground. It was no secret that his daughter was still hurt by the fact that for nearly a year he referred to her child as a mistake, and didn't even hold Elliot until he was over three months old. Not to mention the fact that he was all but forcing her to pass the boy off as her little brother now that they were back home. He was ashamed of himself for it, but there was yet another secret Aria had been keeping for him for the past two years.

"I.. What I meant was…" he said, clearing his throat. "Are you ok with Alison?"

A sad look crossed Aria's face, a look that told him he should know she wasn't ok, and how could she be? Her missing best friend's face was plastered all over their hometown, 'still missing' posters on nearly every street corner. The moment of sadness was short-lived, however, as Mike and Ella chose then to reappear. Aria quickly kissed Elliot on the cheek and then followed Mike to the car, leaving their parents on the front porch.

*PLL*

Aria and Mike drove in silence for a few minutes before he spoke up.

"So… you're really going along with what Dad wants?" He asked tentatively, keeping his gaze straight ahead of him. The siblings had grown much, much closer over their time in Iceland, but already Mike could feel Aria slipping away, and he knew exactly why.

"I don't really think I have a choice." Aria responded as she turned onto the street that the school was on. "Pregnant at thirteen is disappointment enough, don't you think? Making them face the world we know as grandparents would be torture for them. Never mind what it would do to me, or even Elliot."

"Yeah, but you're the one who had to deal with his BS all this time." Mike looked to his sister. Her eyes were glassy but they never left the road. "You do everything you can for El, why should he get to take that away from you?"

They pulled up to the school just then, saving Aria from his questions. He was right, of course, but she understood why her parents wanted this for her. She'd had to grow up fast in Iceland. Here in Pennsylvania, she was just a normal sixteen-year-old, and her parents wanted that for her. They loved her, and this was their way of showing her that. As Mike got out of the car, she leaned over and called after him.

"Hey! What time am I picking you up?"

"Like, six?"

"Alright. I'm gonna grab some food!" Mike nodded and then took off with the various other athletes to lacrosse tryouts and Aria was left alone with her thoughts. She glanced at the clock, and seeing that it was only 4:15, she pulled out her phone and considered dialing one of her old friends' numbers. What would she even say, really? 'Hey, guys, sorry I disappeared without really saying goodbye. It's been two years but I'm back now, let's hang!'? Finally she decided that she would just see them at school the next day. Before closing the phone, she sent a text to her mom asking if she could send a picture of Elliot, that she missed him already and would be home after Mike's practice ended. She then pulled away from the curb and headed into town to find a place to eat.

*PLL*

"Can I get a cheeseburger, please?"

"You got it."

Aria looked around the old Hollis Bar & Grill as she waited for her order. There was all the typical bar stuff; sports flyers, lists of what drinks were on special each night of the week, but there was also a bulletin board with various handmade flyers from customers. One in particular caught her eye. It was another 'missing' poster of Alison DiLaurentis, with a tag line stating that she would be sixteen now… if she were alive. The idea that it had been two years with no sign of Ali killed Aria, and she felt that sadness that she rarely allowed to get the best of her come crashing down.

"You alright down there?"

Aria turned to find the most piercing pair of pale blue eyes she'd ever seen. He was young man, in his early twenties it seemed. And there was no denying that he was an extremely attractive guy.

"I'm a bit jet-lagged, I, uh, just got back from Europe." She replied, looking away. Blue eyes were somewhat of a weakness for her. He turned back to the book he had with him and began flipping through some of the pages when he spoke again.

"Where in Europe?"

"Iceland." She gave him a curt smile and looked away quickly, hoping he would stop asking questions so that she would have a reason to stop talking to him. Her stomach was already starting to do flip flops and she didn't even know this guy's name. Between coming back home, the secrets she's been forced to keep, and Elliot, she could not handle these types of feelings right now.

"I've spent some time in Reykjavik, before I went to Amsterdam. It's a great city." He smiled shyly at her and she couldn't help the butterflies that were floating around inside of her. She knew that she shouldn't get involved, she had only just started to gain her parents' trust back again, but she couldn't stop herself.

"So, do you go to Hollis?"

"Just graduated. I'm getting ready to start my first teaching job."

"Yeah, I… I think I'd like to teach." This seemed to intrigue the young man even further, as he continued to smile and nod. She could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks when a new song filled the airwaves. She recognized it immediately as 'Happiness' by The Fray and she let herself get lost in the music for a moment. "God, I love this song,"

"B-26." She turned to him and their eyes locked. Something she'd never felt before was beginning to stir inside of her as they stared at each other. She knew he was older, and she shouldn't be thinking these thoughts about him, but there was just something different about the way he was looking at her. No one had ever looked at her like that before, and she knew it was something she could get used to.

"What's your major?" It took Aria a moment to realize what he was asking. Clearly he thought she was much older than she actually was. Had being a mom aged her more than she thought? He waited for an answer and she recovered from her momentary lapse in thought.

"Um, well, I, uh, I'm leaning towards English." Not exactly a lie, she thought to herself.

"That's what I'm teaching!"

"And I write, too!" Aria added, before she realized that she was getting fairly personal with this guy who was basically a stranger. "But so far it's mostly personal. You know, just for me."

"I'm impressed."

"Why?" Her smile faltered for a moment, wondering if he actually cared that she was a writer, or if he was just saying what he thought she wanted to hear.

"Well, I tried writing." He stood from his barstool and slid his book and Scotch down to the spot next to hers before sitting back down. "I didn't get very far. You're lucky; if you're writing for yourself, it's pure passion. Maybe you'd let me read some of yours?"

"Yeah! You really want to?" Aria's smile was back, she could tell he was definitely being sincere. She took great pride in her writing, and for someone to want to read it, and the fact that she wanted them to… it just didn't happen very often.

"Yeah. You're smart, you've travelled… great taste in music." Aria giggled and once again could feel her cheeks begin to burn, but her smile just grew wider by the second. She knew nothing could come of this, but she couldn't deny the spark between the two of them. "I'd like to know more about you."

She hesitated for a moment. That definitely indicated that he was interested, right? And it's not as if she weren't interested, but what could she really do about it? She started high school again tomorrow. High school. She was sixteen. She had a child, for goodness sake. She didn't have time to get to know someone that way, especially not someone who didn't even know she was sixteen, let alone sixteen with a toddler. But still, after a few moments she found herself grinning widely and answering,

"Yeah, I'd like to know more about you, too."

"I'm Ezra." He reached his hand out and she took it.

"Aria."

"Aria…" he repeated and she decided then and there that her name had never sounded better than it did coming from his lips.

Somehow or another they ended up together in the women's bathroom, with him standing between her legs as she sat on the counter top. She could get lost in this, she knew. Lost in his kiss, in his touch, his scent. It was wrong, so wrong, she knew. This is how she'd gotten little Elliot in the first place, after all. One thing leading to another, and all that. But this… this was different. This felt right. This wasn't the result of depression after a loss, and looking to feel alive again. This was pure passion. Still, though, she found herself doubting her self-control for a minute and pulled away. He smiled at her and she shook her head, knowing that they shouldn't be doing this, and yet she still threaded her fingers through his curly hair and pulled his lips back down to hers.

They continued this way for hours it seemed, when her phone began to buzz in her jacket pocket. The first time, she ignored it. She figured it wasn't time yet to pick up Mike, and her parents had the baby. After three rings she reluctantly pulled away and excused herself as she looked at her phone, hoping that it wasn't her mother calling about the baby. One missed call and text from Mike and a picture message from her mother. She took this as her sign that this is where things with Ezra needed to end. It had been fun, amazing, even, but her brother was waiting and so was her son.

"I'm so sorry." She said quietly, jumping off of the counter and straightening her hair and dress. "I have to pick up my little brother."

"Wait." Ezra started, but Aria leaned up and pecked him quickly on the lips and rushed out of the bathroom and out to the parking lot. It was just a one-time thing, she told herself, as she rushed to Rosewood Day. It was great, but nothing could come of it. Nothing.

*PLL*

When she and Mike arrived home, her parents were in the kitchen and there were two boxes of pizza on the counter along with a pack of paper plates and plastic Solo cups. Elliot was in Ella's arms, crying hysterically as she bounced him and whispered comforting words to him.

"Come on, Elliot, look whose home!"

"Hi, baby!" Aria took her son from her mother and covered his face in kiss after kiss. "Did you miss me? Because I missed you!"

"As soon as you were out the door he started crying and he hasn't stopped yet." She could tell Ella was exhausted, but this is what her parents had wanted. She could be Mommy all she wanted within their home, but no one outside of that was to know that Elliot was her son. That meant leaving him with his grandparents without her supervision from time to time.

"Sorry, Mom." Aria apologized as she held her son close to her, doing her best to calm him. "He's still cranky from the plane ride. I'm sure he'll be fine tomorrow after he's had a good night's sleep."

"Don't worry." Ella rubbed her daughter's shoulder. "It's nothing I can't handle. I just hope he's able to adjust soon. I hope we all are."

Aria nodded before grabbing a plate and carrying Elliot upstairs to her room. In the two and a half hours that she'd been gone her mother had unpacked most of Elliot's things and had set up his new bed. Now that he was walking and getting into everything, Aria had decided it was time for him to have a big boy bed instead of a crib and he definitely seemed to agree. It was shaped as the character Lightning McQueen from Disney's Cars, Elliot's current movie obsession.

"You like your new bed, baby?" Aria pointed to the bed excited as she put him down and watched him toddle over to it and climb up.

"Bed!" Elliot shouted excitedly, throwing his hands into the air enthusiastically. "Bed, bed, bed!"

"Yeah," laughed Aria. "That's your big boy bed!"

"Bed!" Elliot repeated himself and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Yeah, your bed." Aria smiled at her little boy and couldn't believe that he was already a year and a half old. It seemed like it was just a few hours ago that he was holding his 8 pound, 13 ounce, 21 inch long, bloody, mucus-covered body for the first time, and now he was going to be sleeping in a big boy bed. "Come on, buddy, eat some pizza so we can take a bath and go to bed."

"Bubbo?" Elliot asked, standing up on his bed.

"Yes, you can have a bubble bath but you need to eat something first." Elliot scrambled off of the bed and took the small piece Aria had broken off of her slice of pizza and gobbled it up as she continued to break it into pieces small enough for him to chew. When he was full, he wiped his hands together in a back and forth motion, letting Aria know that he was all done. She dug through a box labeled 'Elliot's Clothes' and dug out some pajamas as well as a pull up from the diaper bag before turning back to him and saying cheerfully "Bath time!"

"Bubbo!" Elliot echoed, just as cheerily. "Bubbbbbbbooooooo!"

She led him across the hall into the bathroom and helped him undress as she drew his bath water and added his Cars bubble bath. "Look, El, bubbles!"

She allowed him to play with his bath toys for a few minutes before taking a sponge and cleaning his body and face, and then washing his dark, curly hair. Every time she went to pour water over his head to rinse him off, he covered his eye and squealed dramatically before giggling.

"What did I do to deserve such a happy kid, huh?" Aria asked her son quietly as she finally pulled him out of the tub and wrapped him in a towel. "You are such a good boy. Mommy is going to hate being away from you for so long every day."

After she had read to him three stories and he was finally starting to doze off, Aria reached over and began to run her fingers through his hair as she sang to him.

I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.

*PLL*

The next morning, Aria awoke an hour earlier than normal. She'd been having the strangest dream… She and Elliot had been at the park when suddenly Ezra approached them. Elliot had jumped up from the sandbox and ran to Ezra, calling out "Daddy!" excitedly. There was someone else watching them in the distance, but before Aria could make out his face, she'd shaken herself awake. After taking a refreshing shower, she dug through her closet to figure out what she wanted to wear. After much debating, she finally settled on a burgundy colored tank top with a funky striped sweater along with a pair of black jeans and light grey boots. Today, Aria Montgomery returned to Rosewood.

Careful not to wake Elliot, Aria returned to the bathroom to dry and apply her make up. Since her clothes were always quite dramatic, she never really felt the need to go heavy with her makeup. And truth be told, she didn't have much more than 30 minutes to get ready at any given time with Elliot running around. She was a bit worried today, tough. He would be with Ella, yes, but she'd never left him for 8 straight hours before. Even at her part-time job in Iceland, the longest she'd ever left him was five hours.

After she'd finished curling her hair, she slipped back into her room and laid out an outfit for her mother to dress Elliot in when he woke up in a couple of hours. She could hear her brother and father bustle through the house as they, too, got ready for the day and she knew she would have to leave soon.

"Elliot…" She said his name softly in a sing-song voice, hoping he would hear her but not wake up. She just hated hearing his cries every time she left. "Mommy's got to go now. You're going to be with Nana while I'm at school and it's going to be so fun! I'll call you at lunch, I promise." She kissed his forehead and then stood up, grabbing her book bag and leaving her room.

When she came into the kitchen, her mother handed her a thermos with fresh coffee in it and Aria gulped at it hungrily.

"He's still sleeping, but he should be up in an hour or so." Aria began to prattle on about Elliot's morning needs. "When he wakes up, take him to the potty. I really want him out of pull-ups by the time we finish this pack. He'll stop crying sooner if he has applesauce with his pancakes. I threw out his pacifier so if applesauce doesn't work, maybe you could sing to him to calm him down and-"

"Aria!" Ella chuckled as she interrupted her daughter. "I know. You forget, I've done all of this before, with you. He's just like you; I think I can handle this. You go have a good day at school." Aria hugged her mom and kissed her on the cheek as she followed Mike and Byron out the door.

As they pulled up to Rosewood Day, Mike practically flew from the car but Aria wasn't quite fast enough.

"Hey, wait."

"Look, it's the first day; I don't want to be late." Aria knew she sounded annoyed, but truthfully, she could only take so much time alone with her father these days.

"I love you, Aria." Byron stated. "I love you and Mike, and Elliot. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"And you know that I love your mom."

"Do you?" Aria questioned. She knew that everything their family had been through, she was pushing some limits here, but he was the one that continued to bring up this subject.

"I made a mistake, ok?" Byron replied. And when his daughter raised a knowing eyebrow at him, he quickly added "A couple of mistakes where our family is concerned. And I will be sorry about it for the rest of my life. I just hope that someday you'll be able to really forgive me."

"I hope so, too." Aria said shortly before exiting the car and watching her father drive away. She wished he would stop reminding her of what she, and Alison, had witnessed more than two years ago. It hurt too much to know that she'd been keeping such a big secret from her mother, who had been so wonderful to her.

"Aria?" She whipped around quickly to see the familiar face of one of her former best friends.

"Emily?"

"When did you get back?" Aria reached up and hugged her friend solidly. She truly had missed having girl friends, especially Emily, Hanna and Spencer.

"Yesterday." She answered as they began to walk towards the school.

"I almost didn't recognize you!" Emily admitted. "I think the last time I saw you, you had pink stripes in your hair."

Aria remembered that phase. It was almost embarrassing really, but it was good to see that Emily hadn't really changed over the past two years.

"Yeah, well, when your parents want you to be yourself and you don't know who you are…" Aria giggled at the memory of her pink hair

"You wore it well." Emily said with a smile "You should have called. It's so weird just running into you here."

"Well," Aria struggled with her words for a brief moment. "We kind of lost touch, Emily, remember?"

"Maybe that's what we had to do." Emily agreed and Aria could see that Emily was still mourning, too.

"I saw a poster of Alison yesterday."

"It's awful." Emily interrupted. "I mean, we all know she's dead, right?"

Aria felt her heart stop for a moment. Of course that thought had crossed her mind thousands of times, but to hear Emily say it with such conviction was unnerving. Emily had been the most attached to Alison, the one that they all called Killer because she was always quick to defend Alison at any cost.

"I've just never heard anyone say it before." Aria replied as they walked up the steps and into the familiar hallways. Well, not so familiar to Aria, as she'd left right before they began Freshman year, but they had all dreamed of what it would be like to walk these halls. Of course, those dreams included Alison, but that went without saying.

As the two entered their first period AP English classroom, Emily turned back and smiled at Aria.

"So, I hear our new English teacher is really hot."

Aria smiled at this as she took the seat beside Emily and began to take out a notebook and pen. She turned back to the door to see a slender, blonde girl enter. She looked vaguely familiar in her face, she thought, but…

"Is that Hanna?" She asked Emily incredulously.

Emily glanced in Hanna's direction and nodded. "She's the 'it' girl now." Another girl followed closely behind, causing Emily to add "Well, there's Hanna and there's Mona."

"That's Mona?" Aria whispered.

"Can you believe it?" Emily responded with a knowing smirk.

"Talk about a makeover." Aria said. Hanna turned slightly in their direction so she raised her hand to wave. When Hanna merely rolled her eyes and turned away, she turned back to Emily. "What's up with her? Are you two fighting?"

"We didn't just fall out of touch with you, Aria." Emily stated matter-of-factly. "We all fell out of touch with each other."

Just then another familiar face walked into the classroom, and the smile she sent Hanna's way she recognized immediately as a fake one.

"They're not so close anymore, either." Emily commented as Spencer took her seat at the front of the class.

"So they're friendly, but not friends." Aria replied and Emily nodded in agreement. The bell rang just then, so Aria opened her notebook and began to write her name and the date in the upper right hand corner. She was bound and determined to have an excellent academic year. She'd done well in her home school course work, but she had distractions. That was another reason she was going along with her parents' arrangement; so she could finish her education and provide for Elliot on her own.

She was lost in her thoughts when she felt several pairs of eyes on her. When she looked up, everyone in class was eyeing her suspiciously, and with good reason, too. There at the front of her class, at his first teaching job, was Ezra.

The classroom was silent as they stared at each other, both with a panicked expression on their faces, when suddenly her phone began to ring.

"Sorry." She mumbled as she dug through her bag to silence it.

"Uh, I'm Mr. Fitz, your new English teacher." Ezra began, but Aria was completely zoned out for the rest of his introduction as she read the message she had just received.

Aria: Maybe he fools around with students all of the time. A lot of teachers do. Just ask your dad. –A

Aria felt her stomach drop as she read and re-read the message over and over again. How had someone known about yesterday? And even scarier than that, how did anyone know about her dad's affair? She'd only shared that secret with one other person…

"Alison?"

*PLL*

The remainder of the day passed by in a blur. She had two more AP classes with Spencer, Gym with Hanna, and study hall last period with Emily. Even if they weren't exactly speaking, it was somewhat of a comfort to have their familiar faces surrounding her. Her mind continued to wander back to the text she had gotten. Could it really be Alison? It wasn't as if anyone had ever actually found her body. Was she simply playing a huge joke on the citizens of Rosewood?

After school, Mike had lacrosse and her father was still in class so Aria had opted to walk home, using this private time to replay her day in her mind. First, the fact that her one-time thing with Ezra was no longer a one-time thing. She never would have imagined that when he said he was starting to teach English that he meant he would be teaching at Rosewood Day! And the look on his face when he saw her told her two things: that he felt the way about her that she was beginning to feel about him, and that he knew as well as she did that they really couldn't pursue this now. She could also see that in finding out that she was a high school student, and not the college student she allowed him to believe she was, he had been betrayed. If she had honestly believed she would ever see him again, she would have been completely open with him. Now, she had ruined any chance of something more with him.

She was a block away from her house when her phone rang, again. Glancing at the caller I.D., she flipped it open quickly.

"Mom, is everything ok?"

"Are you almost home?" Ella asked desperately and Aria could hear why. In the background her son was screaming 'No mommy! No mommy!'

"I'm down the street, what happened?"

"We'll talk when you get home."

Aria practically ran the rest of the way and through her front door. The second she was inside she could hear her son's shrieks coming from the kitchen. When she stepped into it, her mother was putting groceries away while Elliot sat on the floor crying. She bent down and picked him up.

"Mommy's home, baby." Almost instantly his cries halted. After he had calmed down, Aria sat at the table and waited for her mother to join her. "So what happened?"

"Well," Ella began, searching for the right words to say. "I ran into Ashley Marin at the grocery store today. And when she saw Elliot of course she asked. I told her that I found out shortly after arriving in Iceland that I was expecting, the story we've all rehearsed. And when Ashley called me mommy, he started screaming."

"Oh my god…" Aria hoped their cover hadn't been completely blown. Not that she worried about herself, she could care less if the whole world knew that she had a baby, but she knew how bad it would make her parents look and they just weren't ready for it. "What did Mrs. Marin say?"

"Nothing, thank God." Ella said quickly, not wanting Aria to panic. "She said Hanna went through a phase just like that when she was a toddler, which she understood. But I've spoken to your father, and we think it's best if we move Elliot into his own room."

"What?" Aria could think of nothing else to say. Since he had been born, she and Elliot had been in the same room. Most nights he even ended up sleeping in bed with her instead of his own. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if he continues to act like that, people are going to become suspicious, Aria." Ella explained. "The only time he doesn't cry is when you're around. We just think he will become more accustomed to being raised by us if he becomes less attached to you, and that starts with him sleeping in his own room."

"But that's not fair!" Aria could feel the tears welling up into her eyes. Her mother had always been supportive of Aria being Elliot's parent. That had even been part of their agreement when they returned to Rosewood, that she was Elliot's mother when they were at home. "I am his mother."

"Not in Rosewood, you aren't." Ella said flatly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. You know that your father and I are only looking out for your well-being as well as Elliot's. It's only until you graduate high school."

"If you didn't want me raising him at all, why didn't you just adopt him when he was born?" Aria raised her voice and shook her head in disbelief. Her parents were really trying to take her baby away from her after all this time. "By the time I graduate, he won't be calling me Mommy anymore. If Dad has his way, Elliot will really believe that you two are his parents by then."

"Aria…" Ella put her hand on her daughter's shoulder only for her to shrug it off and storm off. She carried Elliot upstairs and laid down with him in what would soon only be her room.

"Don't worry, baby." She whispered, rocking him back and forth on her bed. "I'm not going to let them take you from me. I will always be your Mommy. Nana and Papa just need some time to see that. But they'll come around."

Thank you for the reviews that I've gotten so far! It means a lot to me! I've decided to split this episode/chapter into two parts, trying to put it all into one is just driving me crazy. And let me tell you, when you watch an episode over and over again, you notice some interesting things! Hope everyone is having a great weekend. Up next, Aria confronts Ezra, Ali is found, and Aria's father takes a step in the wrong direction… again. Stupid Byron. Enjoy