Aurora's POV
No one came to the door. Not Oliver, not Lady Hailee—not even Oscar to yell at me. Only a maid stopped by twice, leaving a tray of food and asking in a concerned voice if I needed anything. I didn't touch the food. My stomach was in knots, and the silence in the room was starting to feel like it was suffocating me.
Without my phone, which had been lost in the wreckage of the plane, I was completely cut off. I had no way to call a cab, no way to check the news, and no way to drown out the thoughts of Raymond and Oliver that were fighting for space in my head.
By evening, the walls felt like they were closing in. The air in the room was stale, and the guilt of what I'd said to Oliver was making it difficult to breathe. I needed to move. I needed to breathe.
I stood up, smoothed out my clothes, and slowly opened the door.
