Elena's Point Of View

Lexy held my hand tightly as we stepped out of the café. “You sure you’ll be okay?” she asked, concern still lingering in her eyes.

I gave a small laugh, trying to mask the emotional storm boiling inside me. “I’ll survive. I always do.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Listen, anytime you need someone to punch sense into your husband… just one call, babe. I’ve got a right hook that’ll send him into next week.”

I laughed, more genuinely this ...