Chapter 8 The Life I Hoped For

• Aurora’s Pov
• The moment I stepped into my apartment, a wave of dizziness hit me. My knees nearly gave out as I leaned against the door, locking it behind me. Safe. For now.
• The dim bulb overhead flickered like it always did, and the stale air greeted me, heavy with the smell of mold and neglect. My body ached all over, every bruise and cut a reminder of the nightmare I’d barely escaped. I shrugged off the oversized sweater that Ryan had wrapped around me, wincing as the fabric grazed my sore arms. I didn't want to stain the expensive clothes, so I wore mine instead.