***Aurora’s POV***
Oliver and I freshen up in silence. He refuses to speak or even look at me as he washes out the egg in his hair. I struggle to clean my own hair and he silently reaches over and helps me.
“Are you going to talk to me?” I sigh as he rinses out the shampoo in my hair. “I can’t do this alone. Your mom already hates me. I can’t have you hating me too.”
No response.
He steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around me.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, hoping my apology will ignite some reaction from him but he remains silent. He takes a second towel and starts to towel dry my hair.
I hold back tears as I take my hair from his hands and run off to the closet. I scramble to get dressed, shedding a few tears that I quickly wipe away before he sees them. I grab my medallion and pl
