Aurora's POV
The moment Greg locked the door and left, I broke down. Tears streamed down my face, and my body trembled, but my sobs were quiet. They weren’t the loud cries I wanted to let out—the kind where you scream, curse, and punch something to let out the pain.
No. This was different. I was exhausted.
I wrapped my arms around my knees, leaning against the cold wall, and let the silence surround me. I wasn’t just tired physically; I was tired emotionally. Greg’s anger, his constant hot-and-cold behavior—it was too much.
I replayed everything that had happened. The way he locked me in here like I was nothing, the coldness in his voice, the anger in his eyes—it all hurt.
I didn’t know why it hurt so much, but it did. Maybe because a part of me still wanted to believe he wasn’t as cr
