Elena's POV

I brought that feeling to work with me on Monday.

That tight, breathless thing that had sat heavy in my chest all night and still hadn't moved by the time I was staring at the same report I had been pretending to read for the past two hours.

I reached for my phone. Nothing from Caleb.

I put it back down, pulled the report toward me again, read the first paragraph twice, and still couldn't tell you a single word it said.

He promised to call.

“Call you tomorrow,” that was ...