Elena's POV
I drove straight home from the hospital at the expense of my own life. At the speed I was going, I would have ended up on the wrong side of a bridge. It was late. Too late to call anyone or do anything useful, but there was no way my racing heart was going to slow down on its own tonight.
When I walked in, I assumed the house would be dark and empty, and I could fall apart in private.
The living room was dark. But it was not empty.
Mom was on the couch, a blanket pulled over her shoulders, a wine glass nursed in her hand like she had been sitting there for a while. She barely raised her head to acknowledge my presence, and in that moment I could not be more thankful.
Chills ran through me seeing her there. Had she argued with Dad? It was past midnight. She should have been
