Elena's POV
"Elena, I'm sorry, please just let me explain."
I stared at the message on my phone screen, Damien's name glowing at the top of a long thread that had been going on since yesterday.
I shoved the phone back into my bag.
I'd been ignoring him since I walked out of that hotel room, and it still stung every time his name lit up on my screen.
When I got back home yesterday, all I did was lie on my couch, binge watch sad movies and eat ice cream straight from the container until I felt sick.
Now it was Monday morning, and I was sitting at my desk pretending to work.
My laptop was open in front of me, documents spread out everywhere, spreadsheets and reports and emails that all needed attention.
I was typing, my fingers moving across the keyboard, but I wasn't processing any
