Elena’s POV
The days at Sofia’s apartment started to feel like a strange, suspended reality. I tried to do normal things, everyday tasks that might anchor me back to who I was before Damien. I helped Sofia with the dishes after breakfast, folded laundry, even attempted to review some old law notes from my bag that Sofia had brought from the penthouse. But every time I opened a book or picked up a pen, my mind drifted back to him. To the way he had looked at me when I confronted him with the DNA paper.
I avoided talking about it. Every time Sofia tried to bring it up gently, I changed the subject or pretended to be tired. The pain was overwhelming, a constant ache in my chest that made it hard to breathe sometimes. I felt lost, like I didn’t know who I was without Damien’s shadow defining
