Chapter 40

• Sitting in the backseat of the white Mercedes, parked right outside the Perazzo mansion, a flood of memories overwhelmed Aurora. Her heart raced, her hands grew sweaty, and her breath hitched in a way she had never experienced before. Maybe they were right. There's a first time for everything.
• Who would've thought that simply seeing this massive white mansion, where she had spent almost a year of her life—a place she believed she had left behind for good—could make her question the entire purpose she had been living for?
• Why?