Elara's POV
Three days passed without anything catching fire and I started to believe that was going to keep being true.
My shoulder healed steadily. The bandage got smaller every day. I slept without waking up to check my phone. Mom cooked actual meals and we ate them at the table like a family that had time for things like that. Damien worked from home, taking calls about the company in the mornings and going quiet in the afternoons. I did not ask what the calls were about. I trusted he would tell me what mattered.
Mia came on the second day as promised. She brought food from the place on Fifth that I liked and she sat on my bed and talked for two hours about everything except the syndicate and the warehouse and the pictures. She talked about school and a film she had seen and somethi
