Aurora's POV
My father arrived at the medical facility like a storm cloud, his rage preceding him through the corridors like a physical force. I heard his voice before I saw him—angry, demanding, focused on blame rather than concern for my mother's condition. The nursing staff scattered before his fury, clearly uncomfortable with the intensity of his emotion.
"Where is she?" he demanded of the nursing staff, his voice echoing through the quiet medical facility. "Where's the daughter who destroyed everything?"
The harsh words carried down the hallway, reaching me even before he appeared. I could see other families in the waiting area turning to stare, disturbed by the disruption to the peaceful atmosphere meant for healing and recovery.
I met him in the family consultation room, hoping
