ELENA

The days were starting to feel like copies of each other. Wake up. Shower. Pretend like I was okay. Repeat. I moved through them like I was half-asleep, numb most of the time, trying not to think too hard about anything.

Dominic was barely around. He left before I woke up and came back so late I was usually already in bed—or at least pretending to be. When he did come in, he didn’t say anything. Not even a glance. He moved around like a shadow that didn’t care if it was seen or ...