(Asher’s POV)
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Aurora’s room, casting a soft glow across the space. The house was quieter than usual. Ryan had left early for work, Owen was at his office, and Ian had gone to college.
That left me at home with Aurora.
Aurora was seated comfortably on the bed, her legs tucked beneath her as she flipped through the pages of a novel. The rhythmic turning of pages was the only sound in the room.
On the other side, I was sitting in an armchair near the window, my brows furrowed in concentration as I read through a few scripts that had been offered to me. My fingers drummed against the paper, occasionally marking notes on the margins.
We didn’t talk much, but the silence between us was comfortable. The soft rustling of paper and the occa
