(Aurora’s POV)
The drive to the cemetery was short, but the silence in the car made it feel much longer. I sat beside Alexander, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. I have been here before with Owen.
That night, when I had come, the cemetery had been cloaked in darkness, the air heavy with an eerie silence. But today, in the bright daylight, everything was different. I could clearly see the path and the rows of graves.
The moment we stepped past the cemetery gates, I noticed it. The tension.
Papa’s normally composed face had hardened, his eyes focused straight ahead. The brothers, always exuding power and control, looked almost... vulnerable.
I could see the stiffness in their bodies, the way their jaws were clenched, how their hands balled into fists at their sides.
I had seen Owen
