Aurora’s POV
Logan set me down just inside the back door, his hands lingering a second too long on my waist before he let go.
I didn’t look at him. I didn’t look at anyone. I walked straight past the kitchen where my mother’s voice was already rising … baby, wait … and up the stairs with my spine so straight it hurt.
I closed my bedroom door behind me and turned the lock.
Then I stood there in the dark and listened to my own heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out.
“Baby.” My mother’s soft voice came through the woods. “Aurora. Please. Can we talk?”
I didn’t answer. I walked to the bathroom, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and blasted music from my speaker until the walls shook.
I stood under the water until my skin turned pink and my fingers wrinkled, and I
