Aurora's POV
Three days passed without either of us acknowledging what had been said in the garden.
Not because we were avoiding it or not only because of that. More because the house had settled into a rhythm that neither of us disrupted, and disrupting it felt like breaking something that was, for now, holding us both upright. We moved around each other with a careful, unspoken consideration. Meals at the same table. Coffee in the mornings. The occasional exchange that was about nothing important and therefore safe.
I was learning the house. That was how I spent the days. Small things. Solid things. The kind of things you reached for when the large things were too large.
On the fourth morning I came downstairs to find something on the kitchen table that hadn't been there the night be
