Elena's POV

The spa was one of my favorite spots back home.

It was one of the places I always went to before I ran off and married Damien.

I wanted a body massage, a manicure, calm music, maybe even a facial if I felt like it.

I wanted to wash last night off my skin, out of my head, and pretend for a few hours that I had my life together.

By noon, I was lying face down on a massage table, my body melting into the cushions as the therapist worked out every knot in my shoulders.

The room ...