Aurora’s POV
Finally, it’s Saturday. I feel like I can breathe easier away from work and the sight of Thorne and Angeline together. Though, it’s not much better in the car right now. My mom sits in the passenger seat quietly, an awkward air hanging between us.
We haven’t really spoken about the truth of me being abandoned on her doorstep, even as we’re heading to meet with the possible owners of the ring. Since I don’t know what the ring looks like, I had no choice but to ask my mother to join me to search through Ralph’s things- the storeowner who might have bought the ring.
I try to think of something to say, but each time I open my mouth, nothing comes out. I’ve never had this problem with my mother until recently. First this, and then the whole problem of my stepfather still askin
