ELENA’S POV
I had just finished having my bath, and I was heading to my bed now while drying my hair with a towel.
I lay on my bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling, watching the shadows created by the moonlight move across the room.
Sleep refused to come. I turned to one side. Then the other but nothing worked.
I pulled the blanket over my head and sighed. “Why can’t I sleep?”
Maybe it was because everything that had happened in the past few days still felt unreal.
The shooting and the fear. Lorenzo questioning me.
The way he had looked at me afterward, as if he was trying to find something hidden behind my eyes.
And then Leo. I smiled slightly.
That little boy had somehow become the person I loved now. I missed him. I wondered if he was asleep.
I wondered if he had eaten his di
