ELENA POVThe next morning the first time in what feels like forever, I wake up and the emptiness in my chest isn’t fear, it’s focus. Dr Lee would be proud. My memories are back, every painful, jagged piece of them, the lies, the betrayal. The baby they cut from me, Daemon’s soft words hiding his knife, Rachel’s hate hidden behind her scared eyes. My heart hammers in my chest when I remember it all, but I force my breath to stay even. No one can know. Not yet. I lie there staring at the ceiling until the sun drips through the curtains. Then I get up, shower, pull on a black dress that hugs my waist, brush my hair until it shines. I even take a moment to line my eyes, add a touch of red to my lips. The reflection that looks back at me feels colder. Smarter. But still me. Downstairs, I find Alex in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. His sleeves rolled up, tie still loose. He looks at me over the rim of his cup, eyes lingering a beat too long. “You’re up early,” he says, voice sti
Last Updated : 2025-07-20
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