Deliberately Suppressed Memories

Aurora stood in front of the bathroom mirror, studying her reflection. The tears had dried, but the redness around her eyes told the story of the vision she had witnessed. No, it wasn't just a dream. It felt like something far more real, more sinister.

Her mind replayed the moment Olivia had blurted out that Adam wasn't her father, and the way Stella had reacted—shocked, then quick to silence her, covering it up like it had never happened. Now, as the weight of that possibility sank in, Aurora felt her heart plummet into her stomach.

Xander was gone, off on his mysterious trip, and Abigail was away on a shoot. She had no one to turn to, no one to help her untangle the mess in her head.

A few minutes later, she made up her mind. Grabbing her phone, Aurora booked an urgent appointment for 2 PM with a neuropsychologist at a private hospital. She dressed quickly and left for work without a second thought, skipping breakfast entirely.