{Nico’s pov}
I had known for days.
The signs were small at first. The way Elena’s eyes darted too fast when I spoke. The twitch in her fingers when she thought no one noticed. She was good at hiding cracks, even with her memory gone. But not from me. Never from me. I knew her better than she knew herself. I could see the storm rising behind her still face. And by the second day, I no longer doubted it.
“She’s hiding something,” I told Matteo that morning. We stood out on the terrace, the cold air biting against my skin. Matteo didn’t speak. Smart of him. He knew what my voice meant when it dropped that low.
“You’ll tail her,” I said flatly. “I don’t care how you do it. She doesn’t see you. You watch her every move. Where she goes. Who she speaks to. How long did she breathe in the wro
