Elena's POV

The ceiling was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.

Pale wood, soft morning light pressing through the curtains, the distant sound of someone moving around downstairs.

For a second, it was just a nice morning at a lake house..

Then it wasn't.

The image came back without warning, Sara leaning in…

She kissed him.

I stared at the ceiling a moment longer, before sitting up slowly.

It didn't mean anything, I told myself. They are not strangers. He could do whatever he ...