Elena's POV

Maya's words had been stuck in my head for three days now, playing on repeat every time I tried to focus on anything else.

It was Friday now and I sat at my desk, staring at my computer screen, the quarterly reports blurring together into meaningless numbers.

My fingers drummed against the desk, restless, anxious.

I couldn't stop thinking about Damien. I tried to focus on the report on my screen, but I failed every single time, before I finally gave up.

I opened my email and ...