Aurora’s P.O.V

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I watched Riley furrow his brows in concentration as he scribbled away on the worksheet in front of him. The room was quiet except for the sound of his pencil scratching against the paper and the occasional frustrated sigh he let out. I chuckled softly and nudged his shoulder.

"You’ve got this, Riley. Just focus. The answer’s simpler than you think." He glanced at me, his lips pulling into a half-smile, and nodded. It felt ...