Aurora’s POV
That single word hung in the cold kitchen air like ice.
“Enemy.”
I dropped to my knees on the greasy floor, grabbing Leo by his little arms. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs that I could barely catch my breath.
“Leo, stop,” I whispered, tears burning my cheeks. “Do not ever say that word again. Do not ever look at that picture.”
His eyes still shone with that scary gold, like an angry wolf picking a fight. Slowly, as I stroked his warm face, the gold faded away, turning back into normal dark brown. He reached out with both hands, wiped a tear from under my eye, and let me lift him into my arms.
I threw that torn magazine into the diner’s furnace before sunrise. I swore that I would bury the past so deep that my children would never hear the names Nathan Broo
