Elena’s pov

Saturday mornings had quickly become my favourite kind of mornings.

No alarm. No meetings. No board members waiting outside my office before I’d even had coffee.

Just… quiet.

I wandered around my apartment in one of Caleb’s hoodies, still debating whether I was in the mood to actually make breakfast or convince myself cereal counted as a proper meal.

Then my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. I smiled before I even looked at it.

Somehow… I already ...