[Elena's POV]
The hot soup burned the back of my hand, but I barely felt it.
I slowly picked up the spoon with shaking fingers and placed it on the tray. I looked up at Caleb.
"How?" my voice was totally flat. Empty.
"Drug overdose," Caleb said gently. He didn't look away. "The police found him this morning. He was lying on the sofa in your apartment."
I just stared at him. I couldn't process the words. My father had died alone in the apartment my mother and I shared.
"The Boss gave you the day off," Caleb continued, his voice steady and calm. "He told me to drive you to your apartment. To pack whatever you need and handle things. The car is waiting outside."
Noah's arrangements were considerate.
But I just nodded numbly. "Okay."
The drive to Brooklyn was a blur.
I sat in the ba
