Aurora’s P.O.V

Next week came faster than anticipated, and on a Tuesday evening, I bid goodbye to my little brother as he happily skipped over to his friend’s family, to be greeted by his mother fondly before they got into their car and drove off to their house.

I had indeed underestimated how popular Riley was in his class. After all, just because the entire town hated me because of my father, didn’t mean that they felt the same about my five year old brother.

After ...