**Elena’s POV**

I made up my mind.

Tomorrow, I'm going back to my father’s house.

The decision settled in my chest with a strange mix of fear and relief as I stood by the window, watching the city wake up below.

Cars moved slowly along the street. People went about their lives as if nothing had shattered. As if nothing had changed. I had spent enough days hiding in this hotel room, replaying every conversation, every look, every lie.

I was done running.

I needed answers now.

I needed to ...