Aurora's P.O.V

I didn't want to cry, not again. Not in front of him. I turned my back to Caleb, forcing one foot in front of the other, hoping the sound of my footsteps would drown out the ache in my chest. The words I wanted to scream clung to my throat like they didn't trust me to say them right. That's when I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist----warm, firm, certain.

"Aurora, stop," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but it trembled with urgency. "Please. Just let ...