Look into Aurora

Heath shoved Aurora aside and stormed back to his room, knife in hand, slamming the door shut with a loud "bang."

Stumbling, Aurora fell to the floor, puzzled. Why did Dominic abandon her again?

Sitting on the floor, Aurora couldn't help but shed tears of helplessness.

Back in his room, Heath tossed the fruit knife aside and flopped onto his bed.

Thinking about the nonsense Aurora had just spewed, he began to doubt. Was this Aurora the same girl from the Pendleton family he once knew?

Lysander had said that Aurora used to be chubby. Now she was slim. The drugs should've made her dumb, but she seemed sharper than ever.

And all that rambling about fighting, shooting, being killed, and betrayed—what kind of life was that for a high schooler?

Recalling how pitiful Aurora looked, clutching at his shirt and crying, Heath felt irritated. He got up, opened the door, and found her curled up on the floor under the dim light.

Heath sighed as he looked at Aurora, dressed in a white nightgown, her