Elodie's POV
The truth was, I didn't mind being alone.
Actually, I preferred it.
Here, in this empty resort with just the rain and the hot springs and my thoughts, I could breathe. Could exist without having to perform. Without having to pretend I was okay.
So I stayed. Through Saturday. Into Sunday.
I read. I soaked in the springs. I ordered room service and ate in silence.
And I didn't check my phone obsessively. Didn't wait for messages that wouldn't come.
By Sunday afternoon, I figured it was time to head back. Face reality. Go back to my empty apartment and prepare for another week of work.
That's when my phone rang.
And it was Nonna.
"Elodie, dear, I spoke with Dante this morning. Told him to drive up to the resort tonight and bring you home properly. Has he called you yet?
