Aurora's POV
The engine hummed beneath me, steady but loud in the quiet evening. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as I stared at the hospital in front of me.
A part of me wanted to drive away. Just step on the gas and disappear again. But I couldn’t. Not this time.
I had told Sting to call Katrina for me. I needed to see her before I made my decision. Before I faced the one person I wasn’t sure I was ready to see yet.
Greg.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, my eyes scanning the entrance of the hospital. When I finally saw Katrina step out of the building, I pressed the horn once.
She paused, her head turning toward the black Mustang. Her brows furrowed in confusion, but she hesitated only for a moment before walking toward me.
As soon as she opened the car door,
