Aurora's POV. 76.
Luther's Anger.
I didn’t know what day it was anymore.
Everything felt like a blur. My body heavy. My head constantly aching. Sleep was the only thing I had the energy for. I stayed curled under the covers most of the time. Moving took too much effort. Even breathing felt like a chore.
I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to hear anything. I just wanted silence.
But silence never lasted long in this house.
“Come on, get up,” Luther’s voice came sharp and flat from across the room.
I kept my back to him, curling deeper into the sheets.
“Luther… can’t you at least let me be?” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight in my chest. “Can’t I get a minute to breathe properly?”
He didn’t answer right away. I heard the shift of his boots as he walked closer
