LIANA
The smell of something rich and savory wafted through the cracks of my bedroom door, pulling me from my restless thoughts. My stomach growled in protest, but I ignored it, sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring at the slip of paper I’d found earlier.
Aurora.
The name didn’t feel like mine, yet it still stirred something deep inside me, like a melody I’d long forgotten. Who was she? Or, more terrifyingly, what if she was related to… me? But that was impossible right? This was my first time here.
A muffled voice broke through my thoughts, followed by another—low and steady, but with an edge of irritation. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but the walls of this mansion weren’t as thick as they appeared. Curious, I crept closer to the door, pressing my ear against the wood.
“She’s
