~Ethan.

With a clenched jaw and palms fisted by my side, I watched Mom sob into Hadria's shoulders. Her grip on Hadria was tight, as though Hadria would be some sort of support if Aurora were to say anything bad.

I turned my eyes back to Aurora, who was bent over Dad at the same time as she stood up straight. Her gaze met mine and her eyes dilated; they were slashed with worry and pity -those emotions which I couldn't deny worried me.

Her eyes scanned the three of us, and we kept our gazes on her, waiting to hear the good or bad -dear goddess please - news...