Aurora's POV. 89.
"Aurora… you’re no longer pregnant," Mother said coldly the moment I stepped into the kitchen. "So I don’t see why you should just be idle in this house anymore. Join in the house chores."
I folded my arms loosely, trying not to react. I walked in further, keeping my voice calm.
"Mother, what do you need me to do? You sent for me," I said flatly. "You wanted me to help in the kitchen."
"Yes," she replied, lips tight. "And I suppose it’s obvious you don’t remember your husband’s birthday. You don’t even care about Luther."
"I’ve been under a lot of stress, Mother," I snapped, my tone rising. "Losing my unborn baby, dealing with everything going on—how could I have remembered something like that?"
She scoffed, crossing her arms.
"I'm dealing with a lot of stress thes
