Elena's POV

"Elena, I'm sorry, please just let me explain."

I stared at the message on my phone screen, Damien's name glowing at the top of a long thread that had been going on since yesterday.

I shoved the phone back into my bag.

I'd been ignoring him since I walked out of that hotel room, and it still stung every time his name lit up on my screen.

When I got back home yesterday, all I did was lie on my couch, binge watch sad movies and eat ice cream straight from the container until I ...