Elena’s POV:
Days passed.
Yet nothing.
Not a whisper. Not a shadow. Not even a hint of the one I had foolishly let my heart cling to.
I kept the windows open at night, waiting for him to creep in, waiting for him to cuddle me all night or even drop a note.
But there was nothing.
Life moved on, dragging me along with it.
I fell back into the routine—waking early, doing chores, dodging my parents’ contemptuous glances, and ignoring Elaine’s smug presence. The house was suffocating, but no one said anything to my face. They didn’t have to. The amusement in their eyes said enough.
It was like they were waiting for me to break.
I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
I stood from my bed as usual, stretching out the stiffness in my limbs. Another day, another battle.
