Chapter 190. Oh My God…

Aurora’s POV

That morning, as we all sat around the breakfast table, the atmosphere was light, filled with the sounds of clinking utensils and casual conversation. The warm scent of coffee mingled with the aroma of freshly made pancakes, and for once, everything felt normal. Peaceful. Caleb was beside me, stealing bites from my plate when he thought I wasn’t looking, and the others were engaged in their own chatter, laughing at some inside joke. Riley, who had joined us a little late, was happily stuffing his face, seemingly lost in his own world.

And then, out of nowhere, he turned to me, his expression as innocent as ever, and asked, “Aurora, did you spend the morning praying?”

I barely had time to register his words before the piece of toast I’d been chewing nearly lodged itself in my throat. Caleb, mid-sip of his coffee, choked so violently I thought he might need medical intervention. The entire table went dead silent. Forks paused mid-air. Heads turned