Damien's POVI stood there in the living room, listening to the noises coming from her room, drawers opening and shutting, hangers scraping, bags rustling.Something was wrong. Really wrong.I walked to her door, hesitating for a second with my hand hovering over the handle, then knocked softly.“Elena?”She didn’t answer. But the movement inside got faster, sharper, like she was trying to move quickly.I pushed the door open carefully and my chest tightened immediately.She was packing, not calmly. She shoved clothes into her bag without any order, her hands shaking as she grabbed whatever she could reach. She wasn’t crying, not exactly. She was just having that terrifying quiet panic, the kind where everything stays bottled until it explodes.“Elena,” I said, stepping inside, walking toward her carefully, like one wrong move might break her. “If I said something wrong, just tell me, okay?”Nothing. She didn’t even look at me. She just kept stuffing clothes into her bag like she n
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