Xander's Private Residence
Aurora stepped into the bedroom wearing soft loungewear, her damp hair falling over her shoulders. She spotted Xander sitting at the foot of the bed, his phone in hand, typing something with a concentrated look.
"Stella thinks she's smart." she began, walking toward him.
Xander glanced up, setting his phone aside. "Let me guess—trying to fish for information regarding the case?"
Aurora nodded, perching herself on the edge of the bed next to him "She's desperate now, you can feel it in her voice. The guilt is eating her alive, but she's trying to cover it up by heaping blames on me."
Xander smirked knowingly. "Of course she's desperate. She knows the clock is ticking. When the case is reopened, her lies and secrets will be dragged out into the open."
Aurora sighed, her lips curving into a wry smile. "Let her try all she wants. She can't escape the truth or the justice waiting for her."
