Elena’s POV
One morning the knock on the door came early. I was still in my pajamas, sipping the coffee Sofia had made. The sound made me jump. My body tensed immediately. Sofia looked at me from the kitchen.
“I will check,” she said.
I stood up anyway. “No. I will do it. I am tired of being afraid of every sound.”
I walked to the door and looked through the peephole. My stomach dropped. Damien stood there. He looked tired. His clothes were wrinkled. His eyes had dark circles. He looked like he had not slept in days.
I opened the door but kept the chain on. “What do you want, Damien? I told you to leave me alone.”
He looked at me through the gap. His voice was rough. “Elena. Please. I just want to talk. I am sorry. For everything. I just want you back. I miss you.”
Sofia came up beh
