Elena's Pov

I didn't sleep. How was that possible?

Each time that I closed my eyes, I saw that message flashing in blood red letters. “Your life for hers.” The look on Andrew’s face as he read that message, his clenched jaw twisted in disgust as he crumpled that paper as if it was insignificant.

But it was something. It was everything.

Now, here I was sitting on my bed with yesterday's wedding dress still on, and the sun was coloring my room gold. The hem was torn from the dress; ...