Chapter 25
Elena’s POV
I heard the front door close.
For a long time I stayed exactly where I was, sitting on the edge of my bed in the dark, listening. The house felt too quiet after the earlier sounds of footsteps in the hallway, the solid click of his door closing behind them. Now there was only silence.
I did not turn on the light. I simply sat there with my hands clasped in my lap, staring at the faint shape of the window. My chest felt tight in a way that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with the hollow ache that had been growing since the moment he walked past me with someone else on his arm.
I knew the rules. He had made them clear from the beginning. Public when required. Private distance the rest of the time. What he did behind his closed door was not suppos
