Elena (in Blake's body) POV

I never meant to find it that way.

It started as something ordinary. A quiet afternoon. The house empty except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint creak of old wood settling. I was supposed to be studying. Instead, I stood in Blake’s room, in Blake’s body, staring at the desk like it might confess something if I looked long enough.

The strangest part was that this room still felt familiar to me. Not because it was mine. Because I had been in it ...