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Chapter twenty-six: First Real Vulnerability

Author: Jane writes
last update publish date: 2026-10-07 23:16:32

POV: Damian

I told her about the headlights.

It was past midnight. The suite was dark except for the lamp on the nightstand, and Elena sat cross-legged on the bed with the phone in her lap, her hair loose, her eyes on me. We had spent two hours going through the photographs, line by line, and the name on page nine had gone into a locked file in Caleb's care. I had thought we were finished.

Then she put the phone down and said, "Tell me about the night."

"You know what happened,” I said.

"I know
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