It was late in the afternoon when someone knocked on her door. Aurora sleepily looked around, trying to remember why she was in bed at this time of the day, when everything she heard this morning came rushing back to her. Sofia and Lorenzo having lost 25 years that they could have spent together, her mother’s last act of protection for her.
She quickly got up and ran her fingers through her hair, that was probably a hot mess right now. After trying to smooth out the wrinkles in her clothes, she opened the door.
“Hey, sunshine,” Lorenzo greeted her softly, “feeling a bit better now?”
“Yeah, sorry for running off like this. It just got a little… too much,” she mumbled, looking down at the floor.
“No need to apologize.” She could hear the smile in his voice, but she couldn’t help but feel
