Chapter 39 Charity I Didn't Want

• Aurora’s P.O.V
• The next day at school, I was prepared for the worst. I had braced myself for whispers, for pointed fingers, for hushed conversations in the hallways where my name would slip through their lips like a scandal waiting to explode. But when I stepped onto campus, there was nothing.
• No rumors. No knowing glances. No laughter hidden behind cupped hands. It was as if yesterday had never happened, and that—somehow—was more unnerving than the alternative.