The question was unavoidable but still would have been asked anyways. She couldn't run from that question.

Elena's throat tightened. “Yes. I met him,” she admitted quickly, words tumbling out before she could second-guess herself.

Miss Anne's voice rose slightly, laced with expectation. “So, how did it go?”

Elena swallowed hard, wishing the floor would swallow her whole. “It didn’t go as planned,” Elena confessed, her chest tightening further. “But… I shared my story ...