Aurora's POV
FIVE MONTHS LATER
I pushed myself up from the couch, struggling a little under the weight of my growing belly.
Five months.
That’s how long I had been in Slovenia. And just like Sting had promised, life here had been peaceful. No gunfire, no whispered threats, no shadows lurking in the alleyways. Just quiet days, the scent of fresh bread from the bakery down the street, and the comfort of knowing I was safe.
I placed my hand on my stomach and sighed.
"Lunch," I muttered to myself. "What do I even feel like eating today?"
Before I could decide, a sharp knock echoed through the apartment.
My heart jumped.
For months, no one had come to my door unannounced. My fingers curled against my dress, but I forced myself to breathe.
It was probably just Sting.
I walked to the d
