(Author’s POV)
The Skylar brothers’ footsteps were quiet but urgent as they moved down the hall, their hearts pounding in unison. When they reached Aurora’s room, the sight that greeted them made their chests tighten painfully.
Aurora was sitting on the floor, leaning against the side of the bed, her knees pulled tightly to her chest as though trying to make herself smaller, safer. Her head was bowed, her hair cascading forward like a curtain to hide her tear-streaked face, but the sound of her soft, broken sobs filled the room. It was a sound none of them had ever wanted to hear from her.
For a moment, none of them spoke. The brothers, four strong men who ruled boardrooms and commanded respect, were struck silent by the fragility of the woman they cherished most.
Then Owen moved firs
