Chapter 25 Light's Out

• Aurora’s P.O.V
• As soon as we step inside, I exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The house is eerily quiet, but for once, that silence brings me comfort instead of fear. There’s no sound of heavy boots stomping against the floor, no slurred curses or the rattling of beer bottles being thrown against the wall. He isn’t here. That means he’s either passed out drunk in some alley or holed up in a smoky gambling den, chasing the illusion of luck with the last of his winnings.
• Good. I don’t have to tiptoe around tonight.