Aurora’s pov
The sterile, sharp scent of rubbing alcohol and bleach hit my nose before I even opened my eyes. I squinted, blinking against the harsh, white fluorescent lights hummed above me, confirming what the smell already told me. I was in a hospital.
My gaze drifted down and landed on Emette, who was sitting right by the bedside. His eyes were completely welled with tears, looking red and exhausted.
The moment he saw me looking at him, a tear spilled over. "Aurora, I am so, so sorry," he choked out, his voice thick with guilt. "I shouldn't have forced you to go on that ride. Please forgive me."
"Emette, hey, it wasn’t your fault," I said softly, reaching out to give his hand a weak squeeze. "I should have just told you that I was pregnant from the start. Please don't think too muc
