Aurora's POV
The soft whir of my printer filled the small living room of my apartment as I paced back and forth, my mind racing with the implications of what I had just discovered. After my conversation with Ethan about the false accusations, I spent hours on the phone with various banks, tracking down every scrap of financial information I could find.
As I held the stack of freshly printed bank statements and transaction records in my hands, I felt a mixture of relief and growing unease. The evidence was clear: I had never accessed, let alone drained, my mother's account. The account showed regular withdrawals and deposits long after I had left Pack A.
"Someone's been lying," I muttered, spreading the papers across my coffee table. "But who? And why?"
As I studied the documents, a tho
