Elena’s POV
I knocked softly on my apartment door, hoping Hannah was home. I didn't tell her I was coming back, and the last thing I wanted was to drag my luggage around if she wasn’t in.
The door swung open, and there she was, bright-eyed and glowing with excitement.
“Elena!” she squealed, throwing her arms around me. “You’re back! You didn't tell me you were coming back today."
I hugged her tightly. “Yes, I am. Sorry I didn't inform you."
She stepped back, scanning me from head to toe. “You don’t look bad at all.”
I laughed under my breath as I stepped inside. The familiar scent of vanilla candles wrapped around me, and I sank into the couch like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Finally, home sweet home. Except, soon, it wouldn’t be home anymore.
“You’ve got a lot to tel
