Aurora was left standing by herself in her kitchen, still feeling his light touch on her skin. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone, and to say that she was shocked was an understatement. She sank on to the chair, afraid that her legs wouldn’t be able to carry her anymore, the weight of the revelations that this morning brought her weighing heavily on her shoulders.
She angrily stared at the coffee cup, as if it was the item’s fault that she was now left in a haze, not knowing what she would do next, when she remembered the piece of paper in her hand. She slowly unfolded it, afraid that it might explode in her hands, but it simply had a phone number written on it in a neat handwriting, below the name ‘Altea’. Aurora debated whether she should call that number, but decided to
