Aurora’s POV.
Two months.
That’s how long it’s been since everything exploded—since Luther dragged Ruby across that living room and I spit the truth into her face. Since Luther had her taken away. Since I bled, inside and out.
I haven’t slept in our room since that day.
Luther didn’t tell me to leave. I chose to. I packed a few things and moved into grandma’s room. She didn’t ask questions. Just shifted a few things around and made space for me, like she’d been expecting it.
Luther still walks around the house. He still gets phone calls at odd hours. Still handles whatever mafia s**t he’s into. But between us?
There was nothing.
He knocks on the door some nights. Quiet. Like he's asking permission to still exist near me. But I never open. I hear him walk away after a while.
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