Elena’s POV:
“Care to share where you just came from?” The sharp voice cut through the air, and I turned to face Rachael, who stood there with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
“Nowhere, just needed some air,” I murmured, attempting to sidestep her as I made my way toward the bathroom.
“Funny, because you seem to need an awful lot of ‘air’ these past few days,” she shot back, her tone dripping with skepticism. I didn’t respond and continued down the hall, the echo of her voice trailing behind me.
I ignored her, turning on the faucet. The cold water stung as I splashed it over my face, hoping to wash away the frustration building inside me. When I stepped back out, Rachael was still there, her unwavering gaze locked onto me.
“You know the silent treatment won’t work this time," s
