Aurora’s P.O.V

I stared at the door dumbfounded, astonished by the betrayal from my own father.

How could he just…abandon me like that? How could he suddenly declare that I wasn’t even his daughter?

But then, just as the door swung shut behind my father, another figure stepped inside, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. I barely had the strength to lift my head, but when I did, my blood ran cold.

Mr. Hemming.

His smile was slow, calculated, a ...