Elena's POV

I carried that realization with me all the way to Thursday.

The elevator doors opened into Caleb's living room and I stepped off slowly, taking in the quiet of it.

A water bottle sat on the side table, a pillow pushed to the edge of the couch, with a blanket folded badly over the armrest.

He was on the couch when I walked in, and he was not alone.

An older woman sat across from him with a small medical kit open beside her, hands working carefully at his shoulder while Caleb ...