(Author’s POV)
Over the next few days, the household dynamics shifted in a way that left Aurora feeling like a stranger in her own home. The brothers still loved and adored her, but Amelia had found her opening and she used her twisted ankle like a weapon of charm.
From the morning after the incident, Amelia made sure Ian remained by her side as much as possible. It started innocently enough.
“Ian,” She called from the couch when he entered the living room. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, yet laced with vulnerability.
“I’m sorry to trouble you again, but my ankle… it’s still sore. Could you help me with the bandage? I don’t trust myself to wrap it properly”.
Aurora was standing near the doorway, intending to join Ian for breakfast. She opened her mouth to speak, but Ian had alre
