ELENA
“Don’t feel too important, Elena,” she spits, her eyes glittering with resentment. Her voice is low, intended only for my ears, yet packed with venom.
“This invitation to the meeting, it doesn’t mean anything. It changes nothing between you and Drake.”
I remain perfectly still, letting her words wash over me and roll down my back. I feel the residual good mood from this morning: the breakfast, the easy shared custody of Halo, they all act as a protective shield.
Rosa is desperate if she thinks this will faze me. She is frantic, and her desperation is visible in the tightness around her mouth. It is obvious that Drake being nicer to me and the threat of my return is getting to her.
She tries a new angle, her voice laced with condescension, attempting shake my confidence for the
