Aurora’s P.O.V

The door clicked shut behind us, muffling the low hum of voices that still echoed in the hallway. I could feel my pulse thudding in my cheek where Maggie’s hand had landed, hot and sore beneath the surface. Caleb was right beside me, his hand steady on my lower back as he guided me toward the edge of the bed. The silence between us felt heavy—unspoken words pressing on both our chests, coiling in the air like smoke.

"Sit," he said gently, already moving ...