Aurora's P.O.V

I stood by the wall with my arms folded across my chest, the dull throb of anticipation pulsing through me like a second heartbeat. It had been half an hour----thirty long, silent minutes that stretched and dragged with the weight of worry. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air like a ghost that refused to leave. My foot tapped anxiously against the tile floor, and I kept my eyes fixed on the door, praying that Maggie was okay. Every second without ...