Elena’s pov

I zipped my suitcase open and stared at it on my bed.

Tomorrow morning, I would be on a plane with Damien. My ex-husband. I had no idea how I was supposed to act around him.

But honestly?

Right now, Singapore felt more like an escape than anything else.

An escape from my head. From the mess I let myself fall into.

It was Saturday evening and I was folding clothes like a robot.

My body worked while my mind replayed the past two weeks in a loop I couldn’t stop.

Two weeks since ...