Elena’s POV

I was sitting in my father’s office when it finally sank in how wrong everything had become.

Dinner had ended not long before. Victoria had smiled through it like she always did lately, soft voice, polite questions, the version of herself she saves for Father. She had told him she was meeting friends afterward, said it casually like it was nothing worth remembering. She kissed his cheek before leaving and brushed past me with a look that said more than her words ever did.

We ...