Elena’s pov

The paper in my pocket flared against my skin, appearing to burn through me. The light, weightless piece, but infinitely heavier than any piece ever. I drove in silence, holding onto the wheel in fingers overly tight, and the streetlights passed by in flashes of light and shadow, but I didn't notice them. In my mind, I stood in that alley, in the flash of time in which Elena reappeared in my life, ghostlike, and living, taunting, and devastating. She had indeed planned to do ...