Chapter 20

• Aurora’s POV
• The familiar scent in the car was gone. In its place lingered a strange, sickly sweet floral–fruity smell that seeped into my nose and stabbed straight into my chest. It wasn’t the crisp cedar fragrance I had carefully chosen for John, the one he used to say reminded him of burying his face in the hollow of my neck.
• The passenger seat had been pushed far forward, shrinking the space so much that my legs, which once stretched out comfortably, were now curled up tight.