Elena’s pov
The plane touched down in Singapore, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe properly.
Distance didn’t fix anything, but at least it quieted the noise.
Well… almost because the man sitting beside me on this trip wasn’t the one I wanted to be here with.
The limo ride from the airport was silent, just the steady hum of the engine and the driver talking softly about landmarks we weren’t really listening to.
I kept my gaze out the window, watching the city blur past, glass towers rising into the sky, clean roads, everything polished and intentional.
Singapore was beautiful. Too beautiful for the mess in my head.
I rubbed my temples. My body felt heavy, the exhaustion of the flight and the sleepless night before catching up with me.
Damien kept to himse
