Elena’s POV
The silence in Sofia’s apartment was deafening, I sat curled up on the couch, knees drawn tight to my chest, arms wrapped around them as if holding myself together. My eyes stared blankly.
Sofia moved quietly in the kitchen, she had tried talking to me the entire drive over, but I had given her nothing in return. I couldn’t. The words felt trapped behind a wall of shock, betrayal, exhaustion, and something sharper, grief for the life I thought I had.
She brought the mug over and set it carefully on the coffee table in front of me. “Here, Elena. Chamomile with a little honey, just how you like it. It might help calm your nerves a bit. Even if you don’t drink it right away… it’s there.”
I didn’t move. My fingers stayed locked around my knees. Sofia sighed softly and lowered h
