Elena POV
I stared at her in stunned silence for a while before my shoulders relaxed and my hands unclenched. Faint prickles of pain arose from where my fingernails had been tightly pressing into my palms.
“Why?” I whispered, my eyes widened in disbelief, “why are you being so kind to me?
Aren’t you angry? Shouldn’t you be lashing out at me right now?”
I moved the wheelchair closer to her, lowering my head. “You should hit me, hate me. I-I can take it all. I won’t complain even a little bit. Whatever you do, I’ll accept it.”
“Elena.” Draven said in a low voice, placing his hand on my shoulder.
I shook my head slowly. “But this... I don’t know how to respond to this. What should I do?”
My voice faded into a whisper. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
Susan shrugged as she bent down to mo
