Elena POV
I sat at the small table by my bedroom window, staring down at the garden. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the grass. I had finally started leaving my room, but only because I couldn't bear to look at the same four walls anymore. Leaving the room didn't mean things were fine. It just meant I was moving again.
A soft knock came at the door. It wasn't the heavy, lingering knock of the brothers. It was light and quick.
"Come in," I said.
Emma pushed the door open, holding a stack of folders and a small tray with tea. She looked at me carefully, as if she were trying to see what kind of mood I was in before she spoke.
"Hey," Emma said, setting the tray down on the desk. "The organizer for the pack charity event just sent over the final schedule. It’s happenin
