Aurora’s POV
When I arrived at the cabin at the outskirts of town, I parked the car and slipped out.
Walking down the reef-like terrain to a wooden fence, I pushed the gate open and walked in, climbing the few steps to the porch.
Looking around the building for a moment, I grabbed the door handle and tried to push it. The door was locked.
I glanced around the building again, a question ringing in my head. If I were my father, where would I hide the key to the house?
I began pressing my hand against the wall strategically, looking for loose ends, expecting a snap.
Nothing happened. I was about to leave in frustration when I stepped on a floorboard.
It snapped and shifted, and I looked down. Before me lay a bunch of keys. With a small smile, I picked it and let myself in.
Ever
