Aurora's POV
Food comes fast this time, another tray, another set of dishes, and the room still lies in wreckage around us, rice ground into the rug, a fork somewhere under the couch, the water glass in pieces against the baseboard nobody's swept up yet.
To be honest, I couldn't stand it. The clutter. The filth. It made my skin crawl.
But I was too exhausted to do anything about it. I didn't even have the strength to get out of bed and clean it up.
He was still here.
We sit at opposite ends of the room like two poles that can't touch. He was leaning against the door. A crisp white shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of black slacks, outlining the hard lines of his muscles and the breadth of his shoulders.
An iPad was clutched firmly in both hands.Damn him. He looked every inch the re
