LOGINElena's POV Jack raised a brow, an amused look on his face. Then he shook his head. "I don't understand what you mean." I would have rolled my eyes if I weren't trying to show him how serious I was. Why was he making small talk? Why did he bring up my family and my background? And most importantly, why wasn't I in handcuffs by now? These thoughts kept disturbing my head as I stared at him. Everything that was currently happening made absolutely no sense. Jack and I meeting up back in the country was a possibility. But here? Estonia. A country that not many people even knew the name of...It felt strange. I pressed my lips together, giving him a discerning look. "I had wronged you. Terribly." I began, twirling the little spoon in the coffee around. "We saw each other months ago but I pretended not to know you and ran away." Then a sigh left my lips. This was the part I expected Jack to chip in something. But he just kept looking at me. I glanced at him... My gaze filled w
Elena's POV SIX MONTHS LATER"Ms, you forgot your bag." Someone yelled behind me. I glanced down at my hands to realize that my bag indeed wasn't with me. Then I turned around. Surely enough, a waiter from the restaurant I had just finished eating at was running towards me. He held something in his hand. I squinted my eyes... It was a brown leather bag... My bag. "Oh my goodness." With hurried steps, I moved towards him, my lips lifting into a smile. "Thank you so much.", exclaimed once he was close enough. "Ms." The water gasped for air, bending down to catch his breath. "You... You forgot your bag." He muttered. His breathing coming out in loud puffs. The restaurant was a bit of a distance from where we currently stood. I left there almost 15 minutes ago and hadn't stopped anywhere else. If he had realized it a few minutes ago, then... He had quite a run. "Thank you so much for this," I repeated, taking the bag from his hands. How did I even forget this?My head was in t
Elena's POV SIX MONTHS LATER"Ms, you forgot your bag." Someone yelled behind me. I glanced down at my hands to realize that my bag indeed wasn't with me. Then I turned around. Surely enough, a waiter from the restaurant I had just finished eating at was running towards me. He held something in his hand. I squinted my eyes... It was a brown leather bag... My bag. "Oh my goodness." With hurried steps, I moved towards him, my lips lifting into a smile. "Thank you so much.", exclaimed once he was close enough. "Ms." The water gasped for air, bending down to catch his breath. "You... You forgot your bag." He muttered. His breathing coming out in loud puffs. The restaurant was a bit of a distance from where we currently stood. I left there almost 15 minutes ago and hadn't stopped anywhere else. If he had realized it a few minutes ago, then... He had quite a run. "Thank you so much for this," I repeated, taking the bag from his hands. How did I even forget this?My head was in t
Elena's POV SIX MONTHS LATER"Ms, you forgot your bag." Someone yelled behind me. I glanced down at my hands to realize that my bag indeed wasn't with me. Then I turned around. Surely enough, a waiter from the restaurant I had just finished eating at was running towards me. He held something in his hand. I squinted my eyes... It was a brown leather bag... My bag. "Oh my goodness." With hurried steps, I moved towards him, my lips lifting into a smile. "Thank you so much.", exclaimed once he was close enough. "Ms." The water gasped for air, bending down to catch his breath. "You... You forgot your bag." He muttered. His breathing coming out in loud puffs. The restaurant was a bit of a distance from where we currently stood. I left there almost 15 minutes ago and hadn't stopped anywhere else. If he had realized it a few minutes ago, then... He had quite a run. "Thank you so much for this," I repeated, taking the bag from his hands. How did I even forget this?My head was in t
Elena's POV THE DAY OF THE ACCIDENT The sirens grew louder. An ambulance rushed to the scene of the accident. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Layla running towards Noah as though her life depended on it. Tears were already streaming down her face. They looked... Real. She had already begun her act. Mine had ended. No... I couldn't bear to keep looking. If I did maybe that guilt I had thought I had buried would rise again. If that happened, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from running towards Noah. Crying while begging him to still be alive. Exactly what Layla was presently doing. I blinked, trying to keep the tears that formed in my eyes at bay. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. This scene was longer than I had imagined it to be. Countless times this exact moment would appear in my head. At times I would think it would be hard to go through with it.That I would cave in at the last minute and tell Noah everything. Yes, he would be mad at me... but, he
Layla's POV I rolled my eyes at Alfonso's words. Of course, he was going to say that. Elena had always been his favorite. He used any chance he could get to remind me of that. "I'm not wicked." I retorted. "I'm only looking after myself." That was one of the rules of con. The first person, and only person to care about is yourself. And that was all I was doing. "...plus, Elena is very good at hiding. Noah has been looking for her for years now but still hasn't found her. What makes us so sure that he was going to find her now?" I added. I could hear Alfonso scoff from the other side of the phone. "So that's your excuse?" He scoffed again. "You betrayed your best friend, and that was the best excuse you could come up with to justify yourself, Layla?" His words stung. It felt like a bee sting right in my heart where my conscience had begun to regrow. I clenched my jaw, trying to dismiss the growing guilt due to Alfonso's words. "Even if your excuse was right... Noah never







