Elena's POV

Claire's words echoed in my head as I stood in front of the cabin mirror, my hands gripping the edge of the sink.

I splashed cold water on my face, watching it drip down my chin.

My makeup was already ruined, black streaks under my eyes that I'd scrubbed away with a towel.

I pulled off my dress and reached for the silk pajama set I'd packed, my hands shaking as I buttoned the top.

The argument replayed in my head, Claire's face when she touched Damien's arm, the look she gave ...