(Aurora's POV)
"I'm fine." A pause. "Aurora." Another pause, longer. "I want her to go to prison."
I didn't say anything.
"I know she's my mother." His voice cracked on the word. "I know that. But I can't - I can't forgive this. I'm not going to pretend I can."
"You don't have to," I said.
"You're not going to try to talk me out of it?"
"No."
He went quiet for a moment. Then: "Okay." Just that. "Okay."
I hung up and stood there, not quite present, not quite anywhere.
"Aurora."
Phineas's voice pulled me back. I looked up.
He was standing near the warehouse door, and behind him, through the gap, I could see a patch of pale morning sky. Something else, too - rotors, slowing to a stop. A helicopter, sitting on the flat ground outside.
He tilted his head toward it. The corner of his
