Aurora’s POV:I laughed, cried, and sobbed because I was unable to make out coherent words. I still hadn’t answered his question yet, I couldn’t bring myself to.How was I? Do I say fine? Do I say happy? How exactly was I?My father was patient with me. I could hear his steady breathing and his light laughter over the phone. There were times he even tried to calm me down by whispering soothing words to me but he never rushed me. He never said anything insensitive to me but simply listened to me as I bawled my eyes out.After about a few minutes, I heard him sigh. He asked again; “how are you?”At the sound of his voice, I raised my head. Slowly, I wiped off the tears that had stained my face but just as I did, another came rushing down. I chuckled; “I feel a lot better now, papa,” I whispered.A smile formed on my face as I imagined him nodding his head at me because that was one thing he always did. The call went silent for a while and I had to be the one to break the ice. I asked

Aurora’s POV: “Call Jeremy,” she commanded in a fierce tone. My eyebrows perked up in askance as I folded my arms across my chest. Naturally one should be scared but I wasn’t, especially as I had begun to feel a surge of power course through my veins. “Who’s Jeremy?” I asked her instead, noticing how her lips curved downward into a sneer. She scoffed and with an eye roll, she snapped at me; “Do not try to pretend that you do not know who Jeremy is!” I stared at her in confusion. I was confused because first off, I didn’t know who the hell Jeremy was, and worst of all, I had no idea why I would be calling anyone simply because she asked me to. I frowned. “Well, I don’t.” “Aurora,” she warned threateningly, “Do it. Do not force me to pull this trigger.” Something about the way she said it made me even angrier than I already was. I planted both of my hands on my waist as I took a step closer to her. “You wouldn’t dare!” I spat. Now, the power coursing through my veins was overwhe

Aurora’s POV:In a crazed frenzy, I threw all of my stuff about the now empty room but still, there were no traces of my mom or the children anywhere. Tears streamed down my face in torrents, almost blinding my vision but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t bring myself to. My body shook with fear, and at the same time, I was confused and angry.As I stumbled across the room, looking for something, anything that could act as a clue, the only thing I could think of was why my mother would do a thing like this to me.She was supposed to stand by me, to protect me and the babies! Heck, she was supposed to be my mother! Frustrated tears leaked out of my eyes and with a scream, I fell to the floor, shaking as a combination of horror and panic tore through me.Klaus stepped into the room shortly afterward and when he saw the messy state of the place and the empty baby cot, he exhaled. His eyes landed on me but he did not attempt to come close. Obviously, he was still mad at me about the issue we had