Aurora's POV
"We're home," My father's voice resounded behind me, a wide smile spread across his face.
This felt like home, like the home that I wanted to come to, I felt wanted, like a human.
"Mr Falcone," A man called as he opened the car door for us to get down from the car.
"He's Adam, and if you need anything, Aurora, he'll be at your service," my father said, pulling me closer.
"Mr Falcone," Adam asked questioningly, turning his gaze at me.
"She's my daughter, Ayla, but call her Aurora," he said, patting my shoulder gently.
I blinked, heart, skipping a beat as he said it so naturally, as he’d always known me by that name. Like Ayla was someone else, someone we’d left behind the moment the car doors shut.
Adam nodded, offering me a polite smile. “Welcome home, Aurora. If ther
