Eliana's POV
“Keep the change,” I muttered to the cab man as it slowed to a stop in front of my building.
It had been a stressful day at the shop today, fixing and putting together dresses for my clients and I just wanted to get home, hit the shower and go to bed straight— after eating of course.
The cab man nodded, muttered a tired thanks, and drove off, the rumble of the engine fading into the early-evening hum of the neighborhood.
I slung my purse over my shoulder and turned toward the short walkway that led up to my front door. My feet were killing me; I’d been standing and mostly walking all day.
I was halfway to the porch when a voice cut through the quiet.
“Eliana!”
The was very familiar and very unwelcome.
I froze before I even turned, my stomach tightening in instinctive
