Elena Torres (POV)

Something in my stomach turned over as I woke up. Not hunger. Not nausea. Just a cold, heavy drop, like a stone sinking through water. My gut clenched before my brain caught up. Wrong. This was wrong. Hell.

No, no, no, I pushed the thought far behind my mind. It was a stupid and irrational thing to think of. It was far more stupid that I woke up thinking about it. About the possibility. How wretched my train of thoughts could get and this was petty and ugly.

I sigh ...