Greg's POV
After Aurora left my room, I caught myself smiling.
Smiling!
“Che diavolo!” I muttered under my breath in Italian. “Get it together, man!”
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth. She was driving me insane, and I didn’t know how to stop it.
Everything she said was true. Every word. I couldn’t even pretend to deny it anymore.
I tried to tell myself that I was in control. But I wasn’t.
After I locked her up that day, I wasn't able to think straight. I told myself I did the right thing. She deserved it. She needed to be taught a lesson. But every time I thought about her, guilt overwhelmed me.
I could barely eat, barely make conversation. My mother, Maxen, and even Bianca had noticed something was wrong with me.
“Are you sick?” my mother had asked during lunch
