(Author’s POV)
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the grand living room, bathing the space in a soft golden glow. Despite the underlying heaviness that hung in the air, the mood this morning was gentler like a quiet exhale after days of emotional weight.
Aurora sat on the plush ivory couch, a soft smile on her face as she turned toward the entrance.
The doors opened, and James announced politely.
“Mr. and Mrs. Morrison, ma’am”.
“Mom. Dad!” Aurora stood up immediately. Sophie embraced her daughter tightly, brushing her hair back with motherly affection.
“You look tired, sweetheart” She said softly.
“I’m okay. It’s just been… a lot” Aurora whispered.
“We heard about Mr. Skylar. We wanted to come earlier, but we thought we’d give you all space to settle” Mark stepped for
