Aurora stood before the house that killed her softly. The house she needed to lose to love herself. She had to visit. She couldn't go to bed without seeing her daughter.
This house had once swallowed her whole, the house had suffocated her with its silence, and its emptiness. It had been almost six years since she stepped through its doors, and yet, every corner of the house felt as familiar as the skin she wore.
She had told herself she didn't need to come back. She didn't need to face the ghosts that lingered in these walls. But tonight, she couldn't help it. She couldn't go to bed without seeing her daughter, without knowing that Seraphina was okay.
It was already 10 pm but with each second that passed, she felt as if her daughter was forcefully taken from her by Tim.
