The question was unavoidable but still would have been asked anyways. She couldn't run from that question.
Elena mind raced as if it was in a car race as it was the exact question she was trying to avoid.
...
Elena's throat tightened. “Yes. I met him,” she admitted quickly, words tumbling out before she could second-guess herself.
Miss Anne's voice rose slightly, laced with expectation. “So, how did it go?”
Elena swallowed hard, wishing the floor would swallow her whole. “It didn’t go as planned,” Elena confessed, her chest tightening further. “But… I shared my story with him.”
“What do you mean, it didn’t go as planned?” miss Anne pressed, the edge in her voice unmistakable.
Elena sighed, closing her eyes as if that could soften the weight of her confession. “When I got to the ro
