Aurora's POV.
I sat on the edge of the bed beside Grandma. She hadn’t stopped holding my hand since we got into the room. Just her presence made my chest feel a little less heavy.
Then the door slammed open.
Luther.
“Luth...” Grandma started, turning toward him slowly. “Is something wrong with you?”
She stood up, facing him squarely.
“I was clearly trying to spend a little time with my granddaughter-in-law. You couldn’t give us five damn minutes?”
“I didn’t come here to meddle, Grandma,” Luther said, smirking as he walked in casually. “I’m just here to hear all the things Aurora has to say. Because the moment someone supports her, she flips the whole script. She gets emotional, cries, turns the room into a stage.”
His words made my stomach twist. I couldn’t look at him. I stared a
