Chapter 51 The Ghost Of Christmas Past 2

• Aurora
• I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the room's temperature. I was curious, and the question came out before I could stop it. “What happened to them?”
• “Christmas Day,” she whispered, the words sounding like a prayer and a curse all at once. “They were taken from their cribs while the rest of us were singing carols downstairs. The men with those tattoos. They came and destroyed everything. And my sons…” She paused, clenching her fists. “They were killed in the crossfire.”