Aurora's POV
The car stopped outside a small apartment building, and the engine’s hum went quiet. My heart raced as Diego opened the door for me, motioning for me to step out.
The night air was cool, brushing against my skin, but I barely noticed it.
And then, there he was.
Greg was standing near the entrance. In that moment, everything else faded—the chaos, the fear, the questions.
Without thinking, I ran towards him, my feet moving faster than my mind.
“Greg!” My voice cracked, tears welling up in my eyes as I closed the distance between us.
He caught me as I threw my arms around him, his embrace strong and steady. I held onto him tightly, burying my face in his chest, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. His hands gripped my shoulders like he couldn’t believe I was real.
“Auro
