Aurora’s POV. 94.
“No, Nana. That’s my wife over there,” Luther said, his voice calm, almost too calm. He pointed toward me… and the moment he did, his smile dropped. His jaw clenched tight.
All heads turned. Slowly, Grandma followed his finger. Her eyes landed on me—standing alone by the kitchen door, still in Luther's shirt like I was trying to disappear into the wall.
She narrowed her eyes at me, hard.
“And she couldn’t come over to greet me?” Her voice sliced through the silence like a blade. “Is that how you’ve taught your wife, Luther? I thought you had better sense than to tolerate disrespect under your roof!”
The whole room froze. Not even a spoon clinked against a plate. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, but I didn’t move. My knees were stiff, and so was my spine. I
