Elena’s POV

The next morning, I arrived at Sterling feeling lighter than I had in a long time.

Maybe it was Rome.

Maybe it was Caleb.

Or maybe it was simply the fact that, for once, things in my life felt like they were falling into place instead of constantly demanding to be fixed.

Whatever the reason, I couldn’t stop smiling.

I had barely stepped out of the elevator when Patricia appeared in front of me, her notepad tucked against her chest and my coffee already waiting in her ...