LAUREN'S POV

The picture of Elena was squeezed tightly in my trembling hand, the edges worn from how often I’d held it, stared at it and cried over it. Her innocent smile frozen in time, so full of life, of laughter, of everything that used to make my world make sense.

Now, it all felt like a lie.

I thought I had endured the worst pain imaginable. I thought losing her, my baby, my light, was the most I would ever have to bear. But I was wrong.

What I just heard from Ethan… no, not ...