(Author’s POV)
The grand double doors of the Skylar mansion opened slowly. The family entered with slow steps. The usual liveliness of the estate was nowhere to be found. The house felt empty.
Alexander Skylar’s absence was loud in every corner of the mansion he once built, once ruled, once filled with laughter and legacy. No one said a word. Not even Aurora.
They just dispersed, Owen silently climbing the stairs, Ryan removing his tie as he walked toward his room, Asher dragging his feet, Ian moving without a single bounce in his step. Aurora walked to her room and collapsed onto her bed, not crying, just staring at the ceiling.
Still. Quiet. But not for long.
After a while, the door creaked open, and Owen stood there, suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, eyes tired but seeking peace
