Elena’s POV
The heavy wooden door of Evan’s loft closed behind me with a quiet, devastating click, leaving me standing in the cold hallway.
My throat tight, a blur of tears threatened to spill over as I walked out into the chilly morning air. The memory of Evan’s eyes, colder than the ice he skated on, laced with a bitter indifference that felt like a knife between my ribs, kept playing on a cruel loop in my mind. I had stayed by his side through the entire night, sponged away his fever, and listened to his heart thumping beneath my cheek, only for him to toss me aside like a nuisance the moment he woke up.
My purse suddenly vibrated violently against my hip. The phone had stopped for barely ten seconds before starting up again.
Rage and pure emotional exhaustion snapped something insi
