Chapter Eighty-Seven: We Love You
Aurora POV:
The warm water cascades down my back, each drop feeling like a little baptism, washing away the weight of battles, both internal and external. As the steam fills the room, my thoughts drift to the garden—the celestial space of peace I visited not long ago. The echoes of my father's voice, my grandfather's gentle wisdom, and my uncle's quiet strength reverberate in my mind, filling me with a warmth that even the hot shower can't fully encapsulate.
"They're proud of me," I find myself whispering into the steam, the words mixing with the moisture in the air, making it sacred.
My heart swells with the realization of how deeply loved and cherished I am. Not just in that otherworldly garden but here, in this tangible world filled with its own kin
