Flora's POV

I tuck Aurora into her crib, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, her tiny breaths steady and soft. I linger for a moment, watching her sleep, feeling the weight of everything pressing against my chest.

Just as I step away, my mother walks into the room, a gentle yet concerned expression on her face.

“How’s my granddaughter?” she asks softly, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“She’s fine,” I say, forcing a small smile. “Just put her to sleep again after her bath.”

She nods before her eyes settle on me. “I wanted to talk to you about the divorce…...