The next day, Aurora stuck to her hellish routine, and at the end of the day, she was, as usual, using the camp building as support and heading back to her room at night.
Yesterday, when she got to her room after the conversation with Atticus, she regretted what she had said.
'It's not his fault,' she thought. She knew yesterday she was just looking for someone to pour her frustrations on.
She knew deep down that Atticus had nothing to do with the way she's being treated. 'He'll probably not talk to me again,' she thought sadly as she kept struggling to walk.
Just as she got to the same corner she had that interaction with Atticus yesterday, she heard a voice, a voice she was all too familiar with already, "Do you want to keep doing this?"
Her eyes widened. 'He didn't leave,' she thought. She quickly turned and saw Atticus standing there, his piercing blue eyes still maintaining that emotionless gaze.
