THE WAIT
(Elena's POV)
The text was still on my screen when the elevator doors opened.
I had read it eleven times in the car. I read it again in the hallway.
You didn't give me your name tonight.
Your mother didn't either. Not for the first year.
The penthouse was lit from end to end and completely empty. Greta's coat was gone from the hook by the door. The clock in the hallway was the only thing making noise.
Damian stood at the far window with his back to me.
"You left early," he said.
"You noticed."
"I noticed at nine forty." He didn't turn around. "You missed the speech."
"I got this at nine forty-one."
That turned him.
I crossed the room and held the phone up between us. I didn't explain it. I didn't apologize for leaving. I didn't say one word. I just held the screen two
