AURORA'S POV: I finished taking my bath a while ago in my room and left Cali there. I wanted to ask her to come along but I remembered that not only is it not my place to invite her to someone else's home, something 'weird' might happen and I don't want her to be dragged into this whole situation. She was even talking about going to hang out with one of the guys she met on the plane yesterday. Apparently, they wanted to hook up. Typical Cali. I did remind her not to get pregnant because I wasn't ready to start baby sitting. Her godfather would also tear the guy to shreds... Anyways, I am now on my way to Jon's room. The room is quiet except for the faint sound of fingers on glass and Arc’s keyboard clicking steadily across the room. I step inside and pause, my eyes locking briefly on Arc. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, laptop perched on his knees, eyes scanning the screen with laser focus. His brows are slightly drawn, lips tight. He looks… intense. But
AURORA’S POV: The moment the door locks behind us, her energy shifts again. Jon’s mother is no longer just stunned instead she’s unraveling. She steps closer, slow and unsure, like I’m a dream she’s afraid to touch. Her hand trembles as it rises to cover her mouth, eyes glistening as if holding back a tide of memories too heavy to bear. What have I done now?Tears spill. Just like that. No warning. No sound. Just soft, wet streaks that break something inside me. "Ma’am…?" I whisper again, more timid this time. Fear starts to grip my heart at her reactions to my existence in get living room. Jon steps forward, instinctively, like he’s about to put an arm around her, but she lifts a hand. "Wait,"she breathes out, voice shaking like a leaf in a storm. "Just… wait here. I'm coming. Just hold on!!"Then she turns and bolts.Up the stairs.The fuck just happened?!? Her footsteps echo across the walls until all that’s left is silence. Thick. Unbreathable. I blink af
Aurora's pov: I didn't die of hunger. I'm very much alive thanks to the pancakes Jon made for us. I want to eat more but I have to pretend to be demure. We’re all sitting in silence now, bellies full and hearts still tangled in confusion. The movie playing on the TV is some random rom-com Arc picked probably to distract me. I've accepted that he can be sweet sometimes. Key word: sometimes. I’m nestled in the corner of the couch, legs tucked beneath me, nursing a cup of tea that’s gone lukewarm. Jon lounges on the floor, his back to the couch, close enough that I can feel his warmth. Arc is sprawled on the other side of the couch, arms crossed, pretending to watch the screen but really just stealing glances at me every few minutes. None of us are saying anything. The air still feels thick like the answers we need are hiding just behind the silence. Arc is the first to stir. He shifts forward, lips parting like he’s finally going to speak.But then, a voice come
AURORA'S POV:"What do you mean? I don't have any parents. I don't know what you are saying." She is just joking. Right? "Just take a look at the picture again. I know this is a lot for you.... A whole lot to spring on you after 17 years but I'd rather tell you the truth now than let you move around blind in this dangerous world." I don’t blink. I don’t move. The photo in my hands feels heavier than it should. Like it’s soaked in memories I was never allowed to have. Mavilla and Bruce. My… parents. The woman, Mavilla, has my eyes. That same arch in the brows. That same curve to her lips like the world never quite made sense to her but she smiled anyway. And Bruce? His shoulders look like a wall of strength, his arm draped around her with quiet pride. My parents. Mine. I have a mum and dad. I had... A pang of longing rips through me. I didn’t even know I could miss something I never had. Loni’s voice breaks the silence. "They were brave. Fierce. The kind of pe
Aurora’s POVThe cold bites into my skin as I run. My feet pound against the pavement, faster than my thoughts, but not fast enough to outrun them. They scream in my ears, louder than the wind, louder than Loni’s voice, louder than the truth.Mavilla and Bruce…My lungs burn, but I can’t stop. Not when every step echoes it’s your fault. Not when every blink shows me their faces; my parents’ faces, etched into that damn photo, smiling like they weren’t about to die for a child who would forget them.Who did forget them. I stumble, hands scraping the edge of a stone wall as I veer off the sidewalk. Trees blur past. My vision spins. My heartbeat isn’t even mine anymore, it’s pounding like a drum summoning ghosts.And they come.Flash. She’s tall. Regal. Eyes like fire. My mother, no, Mavilla. Her silver hair is tied back as she leans over a map spread across a table. “They’re coming,” she says, voice tight. “We don’t have time.”A man beside her slams his fist down. His
AURORA'S POV:Arc and I came back to the hotel a few minutes ago. Jon will probably come later. I'm not in the mental space to listen to his mother or even ... see her. The key card clicks in the lock, and I push open the door to the room I share with Cali, Celeste, and a girl whose name I don't even bother remembering. I step inside. They're lounging everywhere, on the beds, by the vanity, laughing about something shallow and stupid. Celeste spots me instantly. Her gaze snags on mine, sharp and mean, the way it always is. Like she’s waiting for me to trip again so she can feast on the wreckage. "Well, well," she drawls, voice dripping with sugar and venom. "Back already? Was it too much for the little stray?"I don't have the strength for this. I'm aching to just sleep at this point.Celeste snickers. The other girl looks away, uncomfortable but I don't shrink back this time. I don't lower my head or bite my tongue. I walk in, shutting the door behind me with a s
AURORA'S POV: The hotel ceiling is cracked in one corner.It’s a small thing, barely noticeable unless you're lying flat on your back with nothing but your own thoughts clawing at you. Cali and the rest left the room a while ago in search of lunch. Celeste has been too traumatized to come back into the room. That's a win, I guess. I turn onto my side, the sheets whispering against my skin. The room smells faintly of salt, the ocean carried in through the half-open window but it’s not enough to calm the storm inside me.I squeeze my eyes shut trying to get some sleep and silence the voices but then the memories come. Uninvited. Relentless.First, Jon. I see him the way he looked that night on the school field; all broad shoulders and messy hair, laughing at something stupid I said.That stupid, lopsided grin of his.The way he offered me his jacket without thinking twice, even when the cold made his teeth chatter."You’re freezing, Rory. Take it."I think that was t
AURORA'S POV: "Girl, you haven't packed your personal stuff yet?" Cali's voice rang out in the bathroom disrupting my focus. My eyes are trained on the letter sitting pretty inside my open suitcase. The letter from my...Mom. It sounds so weird coming from me. Sigh.I've been contemplating whether to open the letter or wait till my 18th birthday. I feel like somehow it would help me recieve the love of a mother even if it's through a letter. A mother who loved me. "I'll pack it as soon as you leave the bathroom ten years later." She's been in there for so long it's worrying. If she hadn't called out to me, I would have thought she fainted in there or something. "Oh please. Ohhh! That reminds me. I have so much tea to spill." Typical Cali. "Tell me when you come out. Well, that is if you do ever get out of there." I laugh out loud. To my surprise, the door clicks and Cali comes out with a white towel wrapped around her hair and body. "Bitch, what were you sa
AURORA’S POV: The warmth of Loni’s home wraps around me like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. It smells like cinnamon and old wood- comforting, grounding. My heart is thudding in my chest like it wants to escape, but I force myself to sit, to breathe. Loni leads me into the living room. "Sit, darling. Make yourself comfortable," she says gently, her eyes still flicking over me like she’s seeing a ghost. I sit. My fingers curl into the couch cushion. I don’t know how to begin. I have so many questions but they all jam at the front of my throat like a traffic pile-up. Loni watches me with that motherly kind of patience, the one that says you can take all the time you need. I finally ask the question that's been echoing inside me since the moment I saw the letter. Not having the patience to wait for her to prompt me, I ask, "What was my mom like?" Loni’s eyes soften, and she smiles in a way that makes her whole face light up with memories. "Mavilla was...a firecracker. She
AURORA'S POV: "Girl, you haven't packed your personal stuff yet?" Cali's voice rang out in the bathroom disrupting my focus. My eyes are trained on the letter sitting pretty inside my open suitcase. The letter from my...Mom. It sounds so weird coming from me. Sigh.I've been contemplating whether to open the letter or wait till my 18th birthday. I feel like somehow it would help me recieve the love of a mother even if it's through a letter. A mother who loved me. "I'll pack it as soon as you leave the bathroom ten years later." She's been in there for so long it's worrying. If she hadn't called out to me, I would have thought she fainted in there or something. "Oh please. Ohhh! That reminds me. I have so much tea to spill." Typical Cali. "Tell me when you come out. Well, that is if you do ever get out of there." I laugh out loud. To my surprise, the door clicks and Cali comes out with a white towel wrapped around her hair and body. "Bitch, what were you sa
AURORA'S POV: The hotel ceiling is cracked in one corner.It’s a small thing, barely noticeable unless you're lying flat on your back with nothing but your own thoughts clawing at you. Cali and the rest left the room a while ago in search of lunch. Celeste has been too traumatized to come back into the room. That's a win, I guess. I turn onto my side, the sheets whispering against my skin. The room smells faintly of salt, the ocean carried in through the half-open window but it’s not enough to calm the storm inside me.I squeeze my eyes shut trying to get some sleep and silence the voices but then the memories come. Uninvited. Relentless.First, Jon. I see him the way he looked that night on the school field; all broad shoulders and messy hair, laughing at something stupid I said.That stupid, lopsided grin of his.The way he offered me his jacket without thinking twice, even when the cold made his teeth chatter."You’re freezing, Rory. Take it."I think that was t
AURORA'S POV:Arc and I came back to the hotel a few minutes ago. Jon will probably come later. I'm not in the mental space to listen to his mother or even ... see her. The key card clicks in the lock, and I push open the door to the room I share with Cali, Celeste, and a girl whose name I don't even bother remembering. I step inside. They're lounging everywhere, on the beds, by the vanity, laughing about something shallow and stupid. Celeste spots me instantly. Her gaze snags on mine, sharp and mean, the way it always is. Like she’s waiting for me to trip again so she can feast on the wreckage. "Well, well," she drawls, voice dripping with sugar and venom. "Back already? Was it too much for the little stray?"I don't have the strength for this. I'm aching to just sleep at this point.Celeste snickers. The other girl looks away, uncomfortable but I don't shrink back this time. I don't lower my head or bite my tongue. I walk in, shutting the door behind me with a s
Aurora’s POVThe cold bites into my skin as I run. My feet pound against the pavement, faster than my thoughts, but not fast enough to outrun them. They scream in my ears, louder than the wind, louder than Loni’s voice, louder than the truth.Mavilla and Bruce…My lungs burn, but I can’t stop. Not when every step echoes it’s your fault. Not when every blink shows me their faces; my parents’ faces, etched into that damn photo, smiling like they weren’t about to die for a child who would forget them.Who did forget them. I stumble, hands scraping the edge of a stone wall as I veer off the sidewalk. Trees blur past. My vision spins. My heartbeat isn’t even mine anymore, it’s pounding like a drum summoning ghosts.And they come.Flash. She’s tall. Regal. Eyes like fire. My mother, no, Mavilla. Her silver hair is tied back as she leans over a map spread across a table. “They’re coming,” she says, voice tight. “We don’t have time.”A man beside her slams his fist down. His
AURORA'S POV:"What do you mean? I don't have any parents. I don't know what you are saying." She is just joking. Right? "Just take a look at the picture again. I know this is a lot for you.... A whole lot to spring on you after 17 years but I'd rather tell you the truth now than let you move around blind in this dangerous world." I don’t blink. I don’t move. The photo in my hands feels heavier than it should. Like it’s soaked in memories I was never allowed to have. Mavilla and Bruce. My… parents. The woman, Mavilla, has my eyes. That same arch in the brows. That same curve to her lips like the world never quite made sense to her but she smiled anyway. And Bruce? His shoulders look like a wall of strength, his arm draped around her with quiet pride. My parents. Mine. I have a mum and dad. I had... A pang of longing rips through me. I didn’t even know I could miss something I never had. Loni’s voice breaks the silence. "They were brave. Fierce. The kind of pe
Aurora's pov: I didn't die of hunger. I'm very much alive thanks to the pancakes Jon made for us. I want to eat more but I have to pretend to be demure. We’re all sitting in silence now, bellies full and hearts still tangled in confusion. The movie playing on the TV is some random rom-com Arc picked probably to distract me. I've accepted that he can be sweet sometimes. Key word: sometimes. I’m nestled in the corner of the couch, legs tucked beneath me, nursing a cup of tea that’s gone lukewarm. Jon lounges on the floor, his back to the couch, close enough that I can feel his warmth. Arc is sprawled on the other side of the couch, arms crossed, pretending to watch the screen but really just stealing glances at me every few minutes. None of us are saying anything. The air still feels thick like the answers we need are hiding just behind the silence. Arc is the first to stir. He shifts forward, lips parting like he’s finally going to speak.But then, a voice come
AURORA’S POV: The moment the door locks behind us, her energy shifts again. Jon’s mother is no longer just stunned instead she’s unraveling. She steps closer, slow and unsure, like I’m a dream she’s afraid to touch. Her hand trembles as it rises to cover her mouth, eyes glistening as if holding back a tide of memories too heavy to bear. What have I done now?Tears spill. Just like that. No warning. No sound. Just soft, wet streaks that break something inside me. "Ma’am…?" I whisper again, more timid this time. Fear starts to grip my heart at her reactions to my existence in get living room. Jon steps forward, instinctively, like he’s about to put an arm around her, but she lifts a hand. "Wait,"she breathes out, voice shaking like a leaf in a storm. "Just… wait here. I'm coming. Just hold on!!"Then she turns and bolts.Up the stairs.The fuck just happened?!? Her footsteps echo across the walls until all that’s left is silence. Thick. Unbreathable. I blink af
AURORA'S POV: I finished taking my bath a while ago in my room and left Cali there. I wanted to ask her to come along but I remembered that not only is it not my place to invite her to someone else's home, something 'weird' might happen and I don't want her to be dragged into this whole situation. She was even talking about going to hang out with one of the guys she met on the plane yesterday. Apparently, they wanted to hook up. Typical Cali. I did remind her not to get pregnant because I wasn't ready to start baby sitting. Her godfather would also tear the guy to shreds... Anyways, I am now on my way to Jon's room. The room is quiet except for the faint sound of fingers on glass and Arc’s keyboard clicking steadily across the room. I step inside and pause, my eyes locking briefly on Arc. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, laptop perched on his knees, eyes scanning the screen with laser focus. His brows are slightly drawn, lips tight. He looks… intense. But