Elena’s POV
The phone felt like steel in my hand—cold and heavy. My fingers dug into it, trembling, as if holding on tighter could somehow anchor me. The room was too quiet, too still, except for the pounding of my heart.
It echoed in my ears, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out everything but the memory of Lisa’s face—her wide, tear-filled eyes, the way her hands had cradled her stomach like a shield. And Aiden. Aiden’s face, hard and unyielding, as he looked at me like I was the one who had betrayed him.
Was I surprised?
No.
Not after everything. But that didn’t stop the ache in my chest—sharp and unrelenting, like a knife twisting deeper with every breath.
I blinked, forcing back the heat behind my eyes, and tapped the screen. The phone rang once, twice—
“Elena.”
London’s voi
