Elena found herself, three days into the cold silence that had settled between them, sitting in Sophia's apartment with a bottle of wine and considerably more honesty than she'd offered anyone since the misunderstanding began. Sophia's apartment was small and cluttered and warm in a way the Cole mansion never managed to be, string lights draped along one wall, plants crowding every windowsill, and Elena found herself absurdly grateful just to sit somewhere that didn't echo.
"You're being an i***t," Sophia said bluntly, refilling Elena's glass without being asked. "You know that, right?"
"Thank you for the support."
"I'm serious, Elena. You've spent your entire life being handed decisions other people already made for you, and the first time something is actually going right — actually y
