Aurora’s POV. 82.
The Good Bad Sister.
Another day came too fast. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to open my eyes and be reminded that Ruby was now living in this house. In this mansion. In my space.
But I got up anyway. The bed was cold beside me—Luther had already left the room. I moved quickly. Bathed. Dressed. Tied my hair up into a rough bun. I didn’t care to look pretty. Not this morning.
I walked downstairs, and there they were—like a picture I didn’t ask to see. All seated at the dining table, having breakfast like one big happy family. Mother. Maya. Ruby. And Luther—calm, eating his food like nothing was wrong.
The moment they saw me, something in the air shifted. Their voices dropped. Eyes turned. Except Luther—he looked up once, then went back to chewing his bread like he
