(Author’s POV)Upstairs, doors had closed one after another. Water ran in showers. Wardrobes opened.Ian was rearranging half the closet space. Ryan was adjusting the thermostat to the exact degree he preferred. Owen, as always, checks his phone once, just once before putting it away. And Asher stood by the window, looking at the lake and smiling faintly to himself, even if no one could see it.Whereas, Aurora standing alone in the living room inhaled deeply. The moment the hallway upstairs fell quiet, she moved swiftly, grabbed her coat, slipped into her boots again, and headed toward the entrance.Outside, the cold wrapped around her instantly, but she barely flinched.
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