Elena’s POV:
“Help me!” the last voice I heard as I walked back to my house unbothered.
I gently shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing through my empty room. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep moving, I slowly sat on the bed waiting for the soldiers to come.
By morning, I was still curled in the same spot, my muscles stiff and my throat dry. Nothing. Not a knock, not a footstep. I had slipped through the cracks.
The next morning, I hadn’t even pulled myself out of bed when Rachael shoved open my window, her messy curls bouncing as she climbed inside. “What did you do?” she demanded, her breath coming in sharp bursts.
I blinked at her, my lips cracked and words stuck in my throat. “What do you mean?”
“Everyone’s talking about you. About Alex.” She dropped o
