The cabin was dark and quiet. Charles slept in front of the unlit fireplace on the floor. Not remembering how he ended up there when he woke up in the morning, his hangover creeping in heavily. The empty bottles of liquor on the coffee table and floor brought back flashes of memories from the night prior.
After he had left Aurora, he and Clovis went straight to the cabin, his only true safe place. Aurora's scent was everywhere. It comforted both Charles and Clovis.
'We could always go back home and see how she's doing today, especially after last night,' Clovis said He knew how Charles felt he could feel it for himself.
'No, we honestly have done enough, Clovis. Not only have we totally f****d with this young girl's head. Not on purpose, but we did nothing to stop anything that happen
