ELENA'S POV

The flight from London to Denver felt longer than it actually was.

Or maybe it just felt that way because I had spent the entire flight staring at the same email without reading a single word of it.

I closed the Axiom deal.

I should have been relieved. Proud, even.

Instead, I was sitting in the back seat of my car, still in yesterday’s blazer, sunglasses on, head resting against the window, thinking about the exact moment yesterday I acted without thinking.

I had lied in ...