Aurora's POV
"Describe it."
Sebastian's voice is sharp now. No softness. No patience.
I hold the phone away from my ear. Nadia is still talking, but I can't hear her properly because my pulse is too loud.
"Aurora," Sebastian says again. "The box. Describe it." "Blue." My voice sounds strange. Faraway. "Small. Metal corners. A lock on the front that never had a key." His face changes. That is the confirmation I did not want.
"Same one," he says quietly.
"How do you know?"
"I told you. There was a photo taken the night my parents died. My father is holding it in the background. No one ever talked about it afterward. No one claimed it."
"It wasn't in the wreck?" "No. It disappeared." The word lands like a stone, disappeared. My mother's box is not just mine. It is connected to whateve
