Elena's POV
The night air was cold when I stepped out of Naomi's house.
It clung to me, sharp against my skin, like the world itself was trying to warn me that what I was doing was madness. I didn't wait for her to come back. I couldn't. If Naomi saw me leaving, she would have tried to stop me. She would have scolded me for being reckless, for running back to the one man I swore I wouldn't return to.
But the truth was simple, brutal, and undeniable.
I didn't care how I came back. I only cared that I did.
And so, with my bag slung over my shoulder and my heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted to break free, I walked out into the night.
The street was quiet, too quiet. Every sound, the hum of a distant car engine, the rustle of leaves, the barking of a dog, felt magnified, as though the universe was holding its breath and watching me. My steps were steady, but inside, I was chaos.
By the time I got into the Uber, I was lost in thoughts
God, what was I doing?
