Elena's POV

If humiliation had a shape, mine would've looked exactly like a chrome coffee cup frozen halfway to Lucas's mouth.

That was the moment everything went downhill.

But today?

Today was somehow worse.

Rachael was back.

Not back as in "visiting."

Not back as in "dropping something off."

Back as in fully reinstated, standing beside Damian with a shiny new badge and a smile that made me want to throw her into the nearest elevator shaft.

I watched them from down the hall because ...