Aaron
The house is quiet when I step through the door, the soft hum of the warm air the only sound greeting me. It’s the kind of quiet that could be peaceful if my mind weren’t a war zone of thoughts and memories. I toss my keys onto the well polished mahogany center table, the metal clinking against the wood as I loosen my tie and shrug out of my suit jacket.
It’s been a long day. Too long.
Dropping onto the leather couch in the living room, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. For a moment, I close my eyes, trying to shut everything out. The hospital, the Marchers, Meghan, Chloe—it all swirls in my head, a chaotic storm I can’t escape.
My thoughts drift back to Elena. Seeing her today had been… complicated.
Elena was my one attempt at something real, something that
