Elaris's POV
A week.
It had been one week since Evren stood inside my apartment asking for forgiveness.
One week since I told him goodbye.
Tomorrow, I would leave Brookhaven.
I stood in my tiny kitchen, switching off the stove before lifting the pot from the burner. The aroma of the soup filled the apartment, and for the first time in days, I realized I was actually hungry.
Mrs. Lane would be happy.
She'd spent the past week making sure I ate enough for both myself and the little life growing inside me.
"You're not just feeding yourself anymore," she'd reminded me almost every day.
I smiled to myself as I served dinner into a bowl.
Maybe she worried too much.
Then again...
Maybe someone had to.
After washing the dishes, I glanced around the apartment.
Cardboard boxes lined on
