**Elena’s POV**
I sat in the chair beside my bed, my knees pulled close to my chest, staring at the wall as Lucia’s voice kept echoing in my mind.
Something about the way she spoke didn’t sit right. I could tell she was hiding something, I felt it in the way her words trailed off, like she was afraid I’d catch on.
But what could she be hiding?
Things haven't been the same between us for some time; something was clearly wrong.
I took a shaky breath and rubbed my palms against my jeans until they ached, my eyes fixed on the folded note on the nightstand.
I had to do something.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number from the paper without thinking. If I had stopped to think, I never would have done it. It rang once, then again, and by the third ring, my stomach twisted so tight I tho
