Aurora's POV
The plane made a soft humming sound as it flew through the clouds.
I stared out of the small window, my hand resting under my chin. Below us, the world was just patches of green and blue.
My heart felt heavy, like I had left a piece of myself behind in that chaos.
I turned to Greg, who sat next to me, his arms crossed and his face calm, too calm for someone who had just escaped with his life. “Where are we going?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
He glanced at me, his dark eyes steady. “Slovenia,” he said simply.
“Slovenia?” I repeated, my tone filled with disbelief. “And then what? You think everything will magically be fine?”
Greg sighed, his fingers tapping against the armrest. “Everything will be fine, Aurora,” he said, his voice low.
I shook my head, ang
