Aurora’s P.O.V

The sun was beginning to lower into the horizon, casting the sky in swirls of pale orange and lavender. The salty wind brushed against my cheeks as we headed towards Ashton and Maggie, the pebbles crunching under my feet. I could hear the waves lapping softly against the shore ahead, and somewhere beneath it all, a heaviness pressed against my chest—a sense of urgency I couldn’t shake.

I needed to talk to them. I needed to understand what was going on inside ...