She rounded the last corner, her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, she reached the house, and there, standing in front of the porch, were her mother and father with worried expressions on their faces, as if they had been waiting for her. Aurora let out a sigh of relief as she ran towards them, throwing her arms around them, tears streaming down her face.
She buried her face in her mother's shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of lavender and honey. "I am so glad you are both okay," she said, her voice shaking.
"Aurora, what happened? We heard the bells, but we weren't sure what it was about. We were about to go search for you if you hadn't come now."
Aurora pulled away slightly, wiping away her tears. She took a deep breath, glancing back; Azrael was nowhere in sight, leaving her to grapple with the decision alone. Should she tell them? She hesitated, scared that her parents would hate her when they found out the truth.
