(Author’s POV)
As the doors clicked shut behind Dr. Hartmann and the other physicians, a heavy silence settled over the private lounge.
Only the Skylar brothers and Aurora remained now.
No more white coats. No more clinical words. Only the raw ache of reality.
Owen stood at the far end of the room, staring blankly out the window, his fists clenched by his sides. Ryan sat hunched on the couch, his elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands. Ian hadn't moved an inch from his place since the news. Asher was pacing, slow, restless steps, as though movement might somehow wake him from this nightmare.
Aurora looked at each of them, her heart splintering at the sight.
These men, strong, unshakable, powerful, looked like broken glass trying to hold shape. And she couldn’t let them shatter
