Elle’s POV
Tonight was one quiet night.
Even the clock on the wall sounded louder than usual, ticking like it was mocking me.
I sat on the couch with a glass of wine I hadn’t touched. My phone was on the table, screen dark, but my thoughts were too loud to care.
It was strange. I used to crave nights like this, silence, peace, just me and my thoughts.
Now I hated them.
Because to me, peace no longer meant comfort anymore. It meant I had nowhere left to hide from myself.
I stared out the window, watching the lights from the street below. People were still out there, laughing, living, falling in love, ruining it, same old cycle. And I was here, still running from ghosts that wore my own face.
Layla.
Elle.
Two names, one body.
Sometimes I wondered which one of us Jordan had really
