Eliana's POV
The tears stopped coming immediately. I got out of bed and quickly reached for the tissue on my nightstand. A few dabs was enough to mop the tears away. Carmen's friend knocked on the door again.
“I'm coming,” I called out, my voice breaking a little.
I didn't bother to stop in front of the mirror this time. I knew that my eyes were definitely red and swollen. Slowly, I pulled the door open. He was standing a few feet away with his side turned to me. His head was bent a little and his attention was on his phone. That changed within seconds.
“Hey,” he said, looking up. If he'd noticed that I was crying again, he did a good job of not showing it.
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
Again, he gave me that knee weakening smile. At the same time, an image of Derric
