Elara's POV
I waited.
Pacing the living room back and forth, checking the time whenever I heard the sound of a car, or at least any sign that my mum was finally home.
But nothing. Just complete silence.
When I asked Dad where she was, he told me with a casual shrug that she was at some kind of reunion with her old friends.
Reunion my foot.
At first, I wanted to believe that, but then my gut said otherwise. After everything I had seen today, the people she was meeting with, their black clothes, the secrecy, the chase, everything overwhelmed my thoughts.
I had planned to confront her.
All of that was bottled inside me with nowhere to go.
Nowhere.....except to Jordan.
He seemed to be the only one that had a way of coming the storms in my head. I found myself throwing my ho
