ELENA

The sun dipped lower in the sky as I stood by the window, the colors fading into soft pinks and purples. It should’ve been beautiful, but to me, it just felt cruel—like the world didn’t care about anything I was going through. I sighed, trying to push back the morning’s events, but they stuck to me, refusing to let go.

I could still hear Dominic’s voice—cold and angry—echo inside my head.

I’d rushed back to the kitchen after his outburst, my hands shaking so much I ...