The decision to move most of my things to Sofia’s apartment wasn’t dramatic. I have been staying there for a while, and after the truth I found out about, coming for my belongings was the best thing to do because I can never fully accept this part of Damien. I simply packed a suitcase with the essentials and left the designer dresses and jewelry behind. Those things belonged to the version of Elena who had let herself be swept up in Damien’s world. The version who had heart-shaped pancakes and rough, claiming s*x on kitchen islands. I wasn’t that girl anymore. At least, I was trying not to be.
Sofia helped me carry the bags up the three flights of stairs without complaint, though she did pause halfway to dramatically wipe imaginary sweat from her forehead.
“Remind me why we’re doing manu
