Elena’s pov
I zipped my suitcase open and stared at it on my bed.
Tomorrow morning, I would be on a plane with Damien. My ex-husband. I had no idea how I was supposed to act around him.
But honestly?
Right now, Singapore felt more like an escape than anything else.
An escape from my head. From the mess I let myself fall into.
It was Saturday evening and I was folding clothes like a robot.
My body worked while my mind replayed the past two weeks in a loop I couldn’t stop.
Two weeks since the game, two weeks since that kiss.
Two weeks of Caleb slowly slipping away from me.
It didn’t happen all at once, it started small.
Shorter replies, longer pauses between texts, calls that never came, and when we did talk, it was always brushed off with some new excuse.
I kept prete
