That morning, I heard sounds.
Not loud ones. The quiet, disturbing kind that echoes too much when a house is supposed to be still.
It all felt like a dream. But then, I woke up to soft knocks, hurried footsteps, the zip of a bag, someone rushing down the stairs, a door closing too fast. It was barely three in the morning. What could be going on?
At first, I didn’t think much of it. I just lay there staring at the ceiling, pretending silence wasn't hinting at something.
Then I remembered, Aurora was traveling today and it was on such short notice.
She must’ve been packing last-minute things she forgot she needed. And she was most likely dragging Mason out of bed, because that boy sleeps as if somebody hired him to do it professionally. And she was definitely rushing to beat the airport
