Naomi's POV

The sound of Alexander’s footsteps on the stairs was too familiar, Too much like a memory I never asked to keep.

It was like each step he took was bringing back all the memories one by one.

I stood at the corner of the hallway, Aurora pressed to my chest, as he followed Raymond toward the study where their father lay in the hospital bed, thin and fading. He didn’t look back Not even once but there was something evident in his eyes, guilt.

Good, I thought.

I didn’t want ...