Nestore’s POV
The door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing in my ears, sentencing us both.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t even speak.
Nevio was silent beside me, with his shoulders slumped as he stared at the floor like it had all the answers we both didn’t.
Aurora was Ayla.
Aurora.
Was.
Ayla.
I pressed a trembling hand against my temple, the weight of the truth threatening to shatter me from the inside.
How the f**k did we not know?
The girl we swore to find. The one whose face haunted our nightmares, whose name lived in our blood... she’d been with us the whole time. And we hadn’t saved her.
We had broken her.
“Say something,” Nevio rasped, his voice sounding like sandpaper against silence.
I turned to him, barely able to meet his eyes. “What do you want me to say?”
“That
