Aurora's POV. 84.
I woke up. My eyes were still heavy. It felt like I had bricks sitting on my eyelids.
Slowly, I blinked.
This wasn’t our room.
It smelled different. Sterile. Cold. My body felt stiff. I looked down and realized I was wearing that pale hospital gown. My heart thudded.
Where’s Luther?
“Luther...?” I called out, voice barely a whisper. My throat was dry, cracked like paper.
No reply.
Then the door opened.
A nurse stepped in, saw my eyes were open, and quickly turned back out. I heard her voice in the hall.
“Sir... your wife is awake.”
Then they all walked in. Luther. His mother. Maya. All of them.
I couldn’t even explain the way Luther’s mom looked at me. Like she had already buried me. Like she was disappointed I didn’t die.
“Luther...” I said again, reaching
