Eliana's POV
It had been four days since that night with Alex, and the world had finally started to sound normal again.
Mrs. Ramirez had recovered as well. Her arm was still in a sling, but she was already out every morning, gossiping with the mailman and complaining about how her coffee had gone “stale from too much hospital air.”
She was stronger than I could ever be, I decided.
Work helped too. My boutique had been my safe space before all this madness began, and returning to it felt like inhaling sunlight.
Still, when the shop closed that evening and I was left alone and my mind drifted back to Asa.
He hadn’t called in days. Not that he owed me that much — I know he's busy. But still, I missed him.
He was powerful, dangerous and someone I should probably stay away from and ye
