AURORA'S POV:
The hotel ceiling is cracked in one corner.
It’s a small thing, barely noticeable unless you're lying flat on your back with nothing but your own thoughts clawing at you.
Cali and the rest left the room a while ago in search of lunch. Celeste has been too traumatized to come back into the room. That's a win, I guess.
I turn onto my side, the sheets whispering against my skin.
The room smells faintly of salt, the ocean carried in through the half-open window but it’s not enough to calm the storm inside me.
I squeeze my eyes shut trying to get some sleep and silence the voices but then the memories come.
Uninvited. Relentless.
First, Jon.
I see him the way he looked that night on the school field; all broad shoulders and messy hair, laughing at something stupid I sai
