Elena's POV

I noticed it before I even made it to the bathroom.

The hoodie was still hanging over the back of my chair where I’d left it the night before.

Dark grey. Oversized.

I picked it up almost without thinking.

My fingers lingered on the sleeves before I lifted it closer, burying my face in the soft fabric for just a second.

I smiled before I could stop myself.

It still smelled like him.

I shook my head.

Somehow, after everything that had happened over the weekend, he still ...