ELENA’S POV

I smiled at the four of them and walked out, closing the door behind me and giving them privacy. I turned to Casperall. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked. She wringed out her hand and I realized with a start that she was nervous.

“Are you okay?” I asked again, stepping forward to hold her arm.

“Look, you asked me about my family, and I really haven’t spoken about what happened to them before, to anyone really. Except Julian but that’s different,” Casperall began, ...