Elena's POV

"Well, well, well," Amara said, looking up from the front desk with that slow smile she always gave me, "Look who finally remembered we exist."

I laughed softly, pulling my bag higher on my shoulder.

"I've been busy," I said, tilting my head apologetically.

"You're always busy," she replied, already reaching for something behind the counter, "Same package as usual?”

"Please," I said.

She handed me a robe and a locker key and I exhaled for what felt like the first time all ...