Aurora’s POV
Living under that laundromat was rough, but the noise of the washing machines saved us.
From early morning until late at night, the big steel washers above our heads hummed and shook the concrete ceiling.
The steady thud of wet clothes tumbling inside the metal drums drowned out every little sound we made.
Nobody upstairs could hear Maya when she cried, and nobody could hear Leo walking heavily across the floor.
We lived on dry bread, boiled cabbage, and cheap milk for three weeks.
I knew Martha’s money would not last forever. I had to find a job before the rent was due, but leaving the babies with a stranger in a rough port city was impossible.
If someone watched Leo for even an hour, they would see that he did not act like an ordinary baby. They would see him lift
