Holding Her

Aurora watched helplessly as the group walked past her, unable to make them notice her presence. Despair settled deep in her heart. Was this the end for her?

 

If Autumn was behind this, then she must have figured out a way to prevent the others from turning back to look for her.

 

Autumn might not have been famous, but she was smart. Aurora had trusted the wrong person for the first time—and now she regretted it deeply. But what could she do?

 

She listened as the footsteps faded into the distance.

 

Her tears turned cold. She silently stared at the small patch of moonlight filtering through the gaps between the dry branches covering her.

 

Then, suddenly, more footsteps sounded from behind her.

 

But they weren't coming from the direction Everett and the others had left.

 

Had someone really come back to finish her off?