Justin's POV
The echo of that slammed door had haunted me all night. It wasn't just a sound,it was a message, loud and clear. Elena didn't want to see me. She didn't want to talk to me. She didn't even want to breathe the same air as me. That hurt me a lot but I couldn't blame her.
When I came home after that incident in the dining room, the sharp words, the way she had looked at me with both defiance and a crack of something else beneath it, I knew I had crossed a line. Still, I hadn't expected the complete silence that followed. Not a glimpse of her. Not the faintest trace of her presence. Only that slammed door.
