Damian's POV

I didn't sleep. I couldn't.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elena's face when she shoved me away, her voice shaking as she screamed for me to get out. My chest still stung with those words, like she had driven a knife straight through my ribs.

But I kept telling myself she'd calm down. That by morning she'd answer her phone. That we'd talk like we always somehow did.

Except morning came... and silence followed.

By 8 a.m., I had called her twenty-eight times.

By 9 a.m., ...