Aurora’s P.O.V

I woke up slowly, the warm weight of Caleb's arm draped across my waist. The sunlight was soft, filtering through the curtains, casting golden rays across the room. It felt like a dream, the kind you want to hold onto for as long as possible. I blinked against the light, groggily trying to make sense of where I was. The storm from last night had passed, the sky outside now a calm blue, and for a moment, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

Had it been an omen? ...