Elena’s POV:
Lying in bed, I stared at the open window, my chest sinking with disappointment. He didn’t come. Again. I had been telling myself not to expect anything, but still, some foolish part of me had hoped. Hoped he would show up, send a message—anything to prove that he missed me.
I sighed and forced myself up, shaking off the bitter thoughts. The room felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. Pushing the blankets aside, I got up, showered quickly, and dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a sweater before heading downstairs.
The atmosphere in the house was the same as it had been for weeks—silent, heavy, suffocating. They hadn’t spoken to me in days. Not that I minded. Their silence was better than the venom they usually spat my way, and they had made sure Rachael could
