(Author’s POV)
The black Skylar car pulled into the long stone driveway, passing the familiar front gates. The mansion stood tall, regal as always but something about it felt different now.
Too still. Too quiet.
“Alright, let’s go find out what ‘important’ emergency Owen cooked up this time. Maybe he found gray hair” Inside the car, Ian stretched his arms and yawned.
Aurora gave him a tight smile, but her hand gripped the door handle a bit too firmly.
The car stopped. The driver stepped out and opened the back door. Ian hopped out first, full of casual energy. Aurora followed, slower, her instincts prickling.
As they approached the front door, it opened.
Owen stood there. Straight-backed. Composed on the surface. But Aurora noticed immediately, his red-rimmed eyes, his shoulders sl
