Aurora’s P.O.V

I followed Caleb as he led me to the farthest edge of the property, the wind whispering through the trees, carrying a scent of damp earth and something bitter, something I couldn’t quite name. The weight in my chest grew heavier with each step, my heart already knowing the truth my mind refused to accept. And then, I saw it. A large wooden box, carefully polished, the wood glistening under the late afternoon sun. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers curling into ...