Chapter 347 Depth Of Her Sorrow

• Aurora’s P.O.V
• I watched as Mary broke down again, her sobs wrenching through the walls of the room like a storm that wouldn’t pass. Her mate—tall, steady, but visibly shaking inside—was trying to hold her, whispering soft reassurances that barely held any ground beneath the weight of her anguish.
• Her fingers clutched at his shirt as if she’d drown without the anchor of his presence, and even then, she was already slipping. I stood there for a few long seconds, heart heavy, my own breathing shallow with guilt. The grief in this room was too big to ignore, too loud to pretend I didn’t hear it echoing through every fiber of my being.