ELENA
I texted him three days later, at eleven at night.
I stared at his name on my screen for almost a full minute before I finally typed.
| We can't keep pretending we don't need each other. |
I nearly deleted it.
Instead, I pressed send and tossed my phone onto the bed.
For the next few seconds, nothing happened.
Then my phone buzzed.
I grabbed it so quickly my heart jumped.
| THE SINCLAIR HOTEL. ROOM 1402. THE KEY WILL BE AT THE DESK UNDER THE NAME CARTER. |
I read the message twice.
There was no question. No hesitation. No attempt to talk me out of it.
Just an address and a room number.
My stomach tightened.
I sat there for another minute, staring at the screen while every sensible thought in my head told me to stay exactly where I was because it felt like a trap but I
