Chapter 145. The Man with Green Eyes

Aurora’s POV

I sat curled up on the bed, my knees drawn tightly to my chest, eyes locked onto the skeleton in the glass case. My heart thudded in my chest, and yet the silence of the room felt suffocating. How could this be? The bones before me, the ones I assumed to be my mother’s, stared back at me, empty and cold.

The soft floral scent of carnations hung in the air, mixing with the mustiness of the room. The photos, all of her, lined the walls, frozen moments from a time that seemed far too distant now. My breath caught as I realized what I was staring at wasn’t just a tragic reminder of my mother’s death—it was a statement. Whoever had done this, whoever had gone through the effort to dig up her grave and put her remains on display, was far from sane.

The more I thought about it, the more the pieces fell together—too many unanswered questions, too many things that didn’t make sense. I could feel the gnawing sense of dread creeping up my spine, the famili