The drive was quiet, thick with unspoken words. The street lights flickered through the tinted windows, casting fleeting shadows over Aurora's face. Tim stole glances at her, and swallowed hard whenever he looked away. She sat beside him, wrapped in his jacket, the scent of him settling into her skin.
Aurora should have said something. She should have told him to turn the car around, drop her off, leave her be. But she didn't.
And now, they are here.
Tim pulled the car to a stop in front of the house. The porch light was still on. Aurora's stomach twisted.
Seraphina.
Aurora exhaled, pressing her fingers against her temple. She should have told him not to come in. She should have set boundaries.
Tim was already out of the car, rounding it before she could make up her mind. He opened her door, extending a hand, waiting.
She hesitated.
Then, sighing, she placed her palm in his. His fingers curled around hers, warmly guiding her out.
She kept his jacket on.
