ELARA’S POV
I couldn’t look at Chelsea when she brought me breakfast. When she sat down to join me, which I had started to insist she do, I lowered my eyes, shoveling food into my mouth. Hoping that breakfast would end quickly so I didn’t have to avoid her gaze any longer.
After a few minutes of this, Chelsea spoke up. “Is something wrong?”
I looked up, surprised she’d broken the silence. I grabbed my water, chugging it to avoid answering the question. When I had downed the entire glass, I slammed it back down too forcefully, making both of us flinch. “Everything is fine.”
Hearing my voice crack, I winced. Chelsea lowered her fork, then crossed her fingers, resting her chin on her interlocked fingers. “You sure about that?”
I didn’t have any more water to drink to distract myself from
