(Author’s POV)
Present day, the living room was so quiet that even the ticking of the antique clock on the wall felt deafening. Asher sat close to Aurora, her hand resting gently in his, his thumb drawing small circles over her skin as though grounding himself with each touch. His brothers sat across from them, Owen, Ryan, and Ian, all with the same heavy, unreadable expression.
His voice, when it finally broke the silence, was low and calm, but there was something underneath it, exhaustion, disappointment, and a deep, quiet rage.
“I don’t regret what I did,” He said again, the words echoing faintly in the large living room.
“Not even for a second”.
Aurora squeezed his hand gently, her tear-filled eyes silently asking him to go on.
Asher exhaled, leaning back slightly, eyes staring
