Elena's POV
The spa was one of my favorite spots back home.
It was one of the places I always went to before I ran off and married Damien.
I wanted a body massage, a manicure, calm music, maybe even a facial if I felt like it.
I wanted to wash last night off my skin, out of my head, and pretend for a few hours that I had my life together.
By noon, I was lying face down on a massage table, my body melting into the cushions as the therapist worked out every knot in my shoulders.
The room smelled like lavender and eucalyptus, soft music playing in the background, and for the first time in weeks, I felt my mind go quiet.
No thoughts of Damien, no thoughts of work, no thoughts of anything.
Just this.
An hour later, I was sitting in the pedicure area, wrapped in a plush white robe with
