ELENA
The morning sun, usually a cheerful companion, feels a bit too bright, a bit too insistent on this check-up day. Drake’s words oscillates in my head, “Fixing?” He wants to fix us? Does he know?
Did he see the papers? Is it possible he saw them and is intentionally playing dumb? Trying to buy time, perhaps? Or did he genuinely not see them? But even so, why wouldn’t he want to talk about it? He should be elated! Free!
He can finally be with the family of his dreams, Rosa and Liam, the perfect power duo. But what if he doesn’t want to? I hate how that one thought sparks a sliver of hope in me.
Maybe, just maybe, his hesitation means he wants me. I scoff, instantly pushing it away. Even if some miraculous, impossible switch flipped and he wants me back, I don’t want him. Not anymor
