Aurora couldn’t remember falling asleep or how she got into the giant fluffy bed. Charles was asleep next to her, his face deep in a pillow.
Slipping out of bed slowly, Aurora tiptoed her way across the room, grabbed a large t-shirt from a closet and started heading for the stairs. Passing by the closed doors to the Jack and Jill bedrooms, Aurora stopped. Something inside her head was screaming to open one of the doors. Listening to the screaming curiosity, Aurora opened one of the bedroom doors and walked in.
The room was set up as a nursery. Aurora could feel the overwhelming sadness creep over her. Poor Charles, he must’ve been so excited about being a father. The room was so well put. White walls with colorful murals of trees and flowers and animals of all sorts. Aurora felt as if
