Sam forced himself to stay composed, forcing a weak smile as he said, “Come in…"
Aurora, who had been standing frozen at the door as if struck by lightning, finally managed to drag her feet forward, walking as awkwardly as a frightened chick.
Sam gestured toward the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”
She obeyed without question, lowering herself onto the chair as instructed. Her chest pounded so hard it felt like her heart might jump out. The sheer authority radiating from Sam filled the room. In her head, all she could do was panic — she didn’t even know where to begin.
Sam’s eyes lingered on her, reading her body language. This wasn’t the usual fiery, confident Aurora he knew. Her current state deeply unsettled him....the distress was written all over her face.
“Aurora, what’s wrong
