Aurora’s P.O.V

I barely have a moment to catch my breath before I hear my name being called—sharp, insistent. My stomach tightens as I turn toward the familiar voices of Shane and Mia, their expressions expectant, their posture exuding entitlement. I know that tone all too well. It’s the one that says they’re going to enjoy tormenting me.

“Aurora,” Mia drawls, gesturing lazily at their table. “You missed a spot. Clean it again.”

I glance at the table. It’s ...