Aurora’s POV
“Tell me you know where it is.”
Sebastian doesn’t slow down when he asks it.
We’re already moving toward the SUV, his stride sharp and focused, like the answer determines how fast this night is about to turn out.
“I don’t,” I say. He stops, not completely, just enough for me to feel it. His shoulders go still. His jaw tightens once.
“You never opened it?” he asks.
“No.”
He turns toward me fully now. “You never opened the only thing your mother left behind?”
I feel the judgment in the question even if he doesn’t mean it that way.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?”
The air between us tightens. Lucas is already in the driver’s seat, pretending not to hear us. “It was the last thing that felt untouched,” I say. “Everything else in my house got rearranged af
