Chapter 39

(Aurora's POV)

I was done crying over Jordan. He was gone now, and I would have to learn that things don't always go the way we plan.

As if on cue, Nate walked in, and even if he hadn't touched me just as he promised, even for once, my heart still sped up. I sat on my wheelchair; I could walk now—well, limp—but Nate wanted me there till I was fully recovered.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me.

"Better, I wouldn't need this wheel chair soon."

"That's good to hear. I'll go set a bath for you." He said and disappeared into the bathroom.

Nate had changed, and maybe I could...

'No. You can't; you have to remember all he has done to you' - the other part of me screams back. What if this was all some kind of plan? I never believed a person like Nate could change; the cruel part of him is all I remember, and this other part seemed so foreign, though he had kept to his words, and I cannot deny that little by little I was falling for these wo