Chapter Thirty-Seven
Aurora
A lot changed in eighteen years, and at the same time, things remained the same. Aurora’s body remembered what to do as if she’d ridden a horse only yesterday. She didn’t ask about her old mule Lea because she knew it must have been many years since she died.
She didn’t ask about much of anything on the journey. Longing stares filled the awkward silences. Eventually, they’d have to face the fact that she’d returned, that they’d returned to each other. Aurora’s cheeks heated under Phillip’s intense gaze.
The years aged him. Gone was the youthful light of the prince she’d fallen in love with. He was a man who’d been through too much heartache in his life. She saw it in his eyes. He didn’t trust her presence, guarding his heart against the departure he thought
