Elena’s pov

“Where did I even get this from?”

I held up a sweater I didn’t remember buying, staring at it like it might answer me before tossing it into the donation pile.

It landed softly in the corner of the room.

Five days.

Five days since Caleb’s apartment. Five days since silence that felt heavier than words.

And somehow, I had spent the evening folding clothes like my life was perfectly normal.

The apartment was quiet, no music, no distractions, just the soft sound of ...