Aurora’s POV
“Beep, beep, beep—”
With a slap, I silenced the alarm and dragged myself out of bed.
A few minutes later, I was in the kitchen. I brewed a pot of black coffee, dropped two pats of butter into a skillet over low heat, and watched them melt into a foamy golden puddle before cracking in two eggs. Two slices of bread went into the toaster.
Then I pulled a jar of blueberry jam, two strips of bacon, and a pitcher of milk from the fridge. Using tongs, I laid the bacon in the pan.
The familiar scent filled the air.
It was the smell of home, the smell that always comforted me.
After that, I headed to Noah's room and gently hauled him out of bed. I wiped his face with his little elephant towel and dressed him in a gray striped T-shirt and black Nike sweatpants.
“Sweetie, breakfa
