Chapter 22

Elena's POV

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Repeat.

Ok Elena, you got this.

I straighten my back and hold my head high as I push the door open to the small cafe I told my father to meet me at. It has taken me two weeks to gather the courage I needed to meet with him.

I've come alone like I said I would and didn't take Pierson up on his offer. I decided I needed to do this by myself.

In the distance I can see my father at a round, wooden table looking up every few seconds. Most likely awaiting my arrival. When he turns my way we make eye contact and my stomach churns unpleasantly.

I quickly look away and walk towards him. When I'm close enough he stands from the table.

We awkwardly stand in front of each other not knowing how to greet one another.

"Hi," he says. I return his greeting before deciding on just taking a seat. He follows suit.

"You look beautiful Elena," he offers.

"Thanks," I mutter.

"I ordered you a vanilla cappuccino. I know how much you love it." He points to the mu