ELENA'S POV

Monday mornings always felt heavier after a weekend escape.

Adrian warned me Catherine would be back in the building this week and I hoped, stupidly, that we wouldn't cross paths today.

The elevator doors slid open on my floor and I stepped out, already mentally running through the day ahead.

Tomorrow was December.

My favorite month.

I hadn’t realized how close it was already, time has been moving so quickly.

I reached my office, said a quick hello to my assistant, and ...