Elena's pov

*Fifteen days later*

Christmas had come and gone but I could see my breath when we walked out of the airport, the air still sharp and biting against my skin.

The city felt different now, quieter. Decorations still hung on buildings but most had been taken down.

We were halfway home from the airport, the heater blasting as Jenna drove, when Claire twisted around in the passenger seat to look at me.

They offered to come pick me up from the airport when I landed and were now ...