Aurora’s pov
I stood frozen at the doorway, staring at Greg. His face was hard to read, his eyes holding a mix of emotions I couldn’t decipher. I expected the worst. A slap. A shove. Anything cruel that he was capable of.
But nothing happened.
Instead, he stepped aside and, in a calm voice that I never thought I’d hear from him, said, “Come in.”
I blinked, surprised. This wasn’t like him. Greg wasn’t calm. He wasn’t composed. He wasn’t… this.
For a moment, I hesitated. Maybe this was a trick. Maybe he had something up his sleeve. But then, I thought about my mother, and that was enough to push me forward. I walked in slowly, my heart pounding in my chest.
The house felt smaller than I remembered. Or maybe I had grown too used to being away. The walls seemed to close in on me as I mov
