Elena's pov

The door clicked shut behind me.

I dropped my bag on my kitchen counter and kicked off my heels, one sliding too far and hitting the leg of the couch.

I didn’t pick it up.

My apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet that should’ve felt calming after a long day.

It didn’t.

I pulled off my blazer and draped it over a chair, then just stood there for a second, staring at nothing in particular.

Something felt… off.

I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers briefly against my ...