Elena's POV

I stood frozen on the gravel, the stench of Jessica's spilt juice soaking into the silk of my dress.

The Bentley was gone, and so were they, leaving me in silence that felt heavier than any noise.

"Miss Campbell," Caleb said, pulling me from the haze.

I looked down at the ugly brownish-green stain, a physical representation of my place in this house. A useless dirt no one could care less about.

"I can have that taken to a professional cleaner, if you like," he said in a monotonous ...