Elena (As Blake) POV

I never thought I would understand Blake’s father the way I do now.

Standing in Blake’s body makes everything heavier. The expectations. The history. The way people look at me like I am supposed to already know how to carry this weight. Fred’s house smells like coffee and wood polish and something warm that reminds me of safety. It is the kind of place that has never tried to pretend it was anything other than what it is.

Honest.

Fred sits at the kitchen table, ...