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The Nightingale house was in siege. Press was camped outside, and they had to call-in extra security to push back the reporters and the cameras.
Mrs. Nightingale was pacing up and down, peeking through her curtain at regular intervals, cursing under her breath and pacing again. Aura had left her in that state two whole hours ago, but she knew she’d still find her doing that exact same thing.
Aura was locked in her room, in a foetal position on the bed. She could hear everything that was happening. She took the cowards way out for a moment earlier, putting on headphones and loud music. Then she took them off. It was her mess, her choice.
Her life.
The least she could do was listen to the sound of it crashing and burning.
Her father was downstairs, yelling his lun
