Danny's POV
Elena didn’t even wait for me to respond. She pushed past me, her silk robe fluttering like a moth’s wings, and snatched the card out of the massive pink cloud of flowers. I stood there, my hand still on the door handle, feeling like a kid caught stealing from the cookie jar in my own house.
The delivery guy looked awkward, holding out a gold wrapped box of chocolates while Elena squinted at the handwriting.
"‘Sorry for yesterday,’" she read out loud. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet hum of the lobby. She flipped the card over. "‘From Noah.’"
I grabbed the chocolate box and scribbled a signature on the guy’s electronic pad. I didn't say thanks. I just wanted him to leave before the air in the room caught fire. The door clicked shut, and the silence that follo
