Flora’s POV

As soon as I step through the door, the scent of lavender and fresh soup greets me,home. My mother’s already waiting in the living room, perched at the edge of the couch with Aurora’s favorite stuffed bunny in hand. She looks up as I drop my keys on the console.

"How did it go?" she asks gently, her voice laced with concern.

I take a breath, forcing the calm that’s been threatening to snap. "It went well," I say, lowering myself onto the armrest of the sofa. "We both signed. It’s done now."

She studies my face closely. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “I have to be, Mom....