“Payne…”
Aurora murmured the name softly, barely above a whisper.
When the child was born, everyone was filled with joy and hope. They’d all pitched in suggestions, finally settling on the name Payne—a simple, heartfelt blessing for his future.
But in just a matter of weeks, everyone she loved was gone.
Lost in the ache of her memories, Aurora ran her fingers gently over Payne’s cheek.
His brows… his eyes…
He looked so much like him.
Her phone rang, breaking the silence. It was her grandmother calling.
The moment Aurora answered, Grandma Grace’s anxious voice came through the line.
“Aurora, did you see Payne?”
Aurora’s heart skipped a beat. How did Grandma know?
“Grandma…”
“Jordan told me you’d seen Payne.” Excitement and relief laced Grace’s words. “How is he? Has he grown?”
She could hardly wait to see him herself. “Bring him by so Grandma can have a look, would you?”
Aurora’s throat tightened, her chest constricting.
So Jordan had told Grandma about Payne—but left out that he was sick.
He was warning her.
How ruthless.
“Aurora?” Grandma Grace asked after a pause, unable to hide her worry. “Is something wrong?”
Aurora blinked back tears, forcing her voice to sound even. “Payne’s caught a cold these past few days. He’s a bit under the weather. Once he’s feeling better, I’ll talk it over with Louis.”
She couldn’t bring herself to tell Grandma about Payne’s illness.


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