Aurora’s POV
I read the letter until the words stopped feeling real.
Then I read it again. And again.
My father’s handwriting stared back at me, steady and careful, like he hadn’t written a confession that tore my world apart. The paper trembled in my hands, or maybe that was just me. I couldn’t tell anymore.
*I’m sorry for ruining everything.*
That line crushed the air from my lungs.
Not hurting you. Not lying to you.
Not putting you in danger. Ruining everything.
I pressed the letter against my chest like it might quiet the ache spreading through me. The guest room was dim, the curtains half-drawn, the silence thick and heavy. Somewhere else in the house, Zayne existed, breathing, waiting, hurting, but I couldn’t think about him now. If I did, I would unravel completely. My fathe
