Aurora’s POV
My feet did not stop moving until I reached our stairs. I held the grocery bag tight against my chest. Inside was fresh milk, brown eggs, dry beans, and two pairs of thick wool socks.
My heart was still thumping hard. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that man's face.
When those black trucks stopped on the harbor road, I had squeezed behind the wooden fish crates to stay out of the crowd.
Through the gap in the wood, I saw the door open and a giant man step out. He wore a long black coat and walked straight toward the sheds, straight toward where I was hiding.
For two seconds, the crowd parted, and I saw his face clearly.
My breath caught in my throat.
His straight nose. The sharp line of his jaw. The neat black hair over his forehead. Even the serious curve of his dar
