YELENA
I got up early the next morning before the sun even thought of rising. My body felt heavy, but I still dragged myself out of bed. I didn’t want to think. Thinking only brought memories I didn’t want... And moreover, it was too early for that, and I had work to do.
I moved around the house quietly, cleaned the kitchen, swept the floor, and packed my things for work. I dressed up quickly, tied my hair, and checked the mirror one last time. My eyes looked swollen. Great, now I look like a panda. I sighed and grabbed my bag.
Then it hit me. My phone.
I groaned, remembering what I did last night. I threw it. Out of anger.
What kind of stupid anger made me throw my phone when I knew Tristan wasn’t going to repair it for me? I bent down and pulled it from under the chair when I reache
