The scream didn't stop.It didn't taper off into a sob. It didn't break into a whimper. It just kept going, a continuous, tearing sound that shredded the lining of Aurora’s throat and filled the penthouse with the frequency of absolute ruin.She wasn't screaming because she was sad. She was screaming because the world she lived in—the world of gravity, logic, and cause-and-effect—had just been incinerated.I killed them.The note on the table wasn't paper anymore. It was fire.Aurora grabbed the heavy crystal vase in the center of the table—white roses, innocent, stupid roses—and she threw it.It didn't just fall. It flew. It smashed into the mirrored wall of the dining room, exploding in a shower of glass, water, and petals. The sound of the crash was satisfying. It was the only thing that made sense."Aurora!" Liam’s voice was a distant roar, underwater.She didn't look at him. She looked at the room.The perfect, curated, architectural life she had built. The herringbone floors. Th
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