Darius

I finally managed to close my eyelids to sleep. It was just the break of dawn, but my mind kept racing on several theories about Aurora’s birthmark. Eventually, after the tossing and turning, I wore myself out and dozed off.

11.30am

That was the time shown on the digital clock beside our bed. I woke grudgingly to see the oval-shaped face of Aurora, filled with rays of happiness and positivity. She wore a broad smile which melted away my sleepish demure.

“Morning Darius…or ...