ELENA

I’d spent half the night picturing the moment she walked out the door, and I’m not proud of how good it felt.

By the time the sky outside went from black to a thin grey I’d given up on sleep. I got out of bed because lying there only made the waiting worse. I showered longer than I needed to and took my time getting dressed, until I caught myself smoothing the front of a dress I’d picked for no reason a leaving woman would care about. I felt stupid the second I understood what I ...