Elena's POV
I couldn't tell how long I'd been sprawled on Minnie's cold tile floor when my phone started blaring beside me.
My arms felt detached from my body as I fumbled for it.
"Hello," I answered without bothering to check who was calling.
"Where are you, girl?" Minnie's voice cracked through the speaker. "You've been MIA for hours."
I glanced around at the trashed room—a perfect mirror of the chaos in my head. My chest tightened and I bit down hard on my lip to stop the trembling.
"Elena?" Her voice sharpened. "You still there?"
"Yeah..." I forced the word out. "The money, it's—"
She cut me off. "Elena, you need to get here now. Oliver needs you."
"Oliver..." His name came out as barely a whisper.
"Please, just hurry," she begged before the line went dead.
"Oliver..." I said his name again, and suddenly my vision blurred with fresh tears.
My baby needed me. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I hauled myself up and brushed off my wrinkled dress.
