Ethan
I wrapped up my work for the day, the weight of pack matters pressing on my shoulders. Yet, as always, the thought of Aurora brought a sliver of warmth to the ache in my chest. Her evening stroll had become my anchor, the moment I looked forward to most. I stepped out of the pack house, expecting to see Julie, the wet nurse I’d hired, pushing the stroller as she often did.
But what greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks.
Rose.
She stood there, holding Aurora in her arms, her expression unreadable as she gazed down at our daughter. My breath caught, the sight of them together striking me with an intensity I hadn’t anticipated. It was the first time I’d seen her hold Aurora since the day she was born. The lump in my throat tightened as I tried to process what I was seeing, my ches
