AURORA’S POV:
The moment the door locks behind us, her energy shifts again. Jon’s mother is no longer just stunned instead she’s unraveling.
She steps closer, slow and unsure, like I’m a dream she’s afraid to touch. Her hand trembles as it rises to cover her mouth, eyes glistening as if holding back a tide of memories too heavy to bear.
What have I done now?
Tears spill. Just like that. No warning. No sound. Just soft, wet streaks that break something inside me.
"Ma’am…?" I whisper again, more timid this time. Fear starts to grip my heart at her reactions to my existence in get living room.
Jon steps forward, instinctively, like he’s about to put an arm around her, but she lifts a hand.
"Wait,"she breathes out, voice shaking like a leaf in a storm. "Just… wait here. I'm coming. Just
