Damien's POV
I watched Elena step out of the car and something in my gut twisted tight.
She told me to leave but I didn't. I leaned forward and tapped the driver's shoulder.
"Hold on, don't go yet."
"Sir?"
“Just wait here," I said, my eyes fixed on Elena as she walked toward her house, her shoulders were tight, and her steps slow like she was tired.
Then I saw him, Caleb Harding, leaning against his car like he owned the place.
…Like he had any right to be there after everything he put her through.
She opened up to me about Caleb last night. I don't even think she realized she was doing it at first, it just spilled out like she'd been holding it in for too long.
By morning, we rescheduled everything and took the first flight back home.
Elena stopped walking and I couldn't hear wh
