Elena’s POV
The anger had been simmering since the moment I opened my eyes that morning. Every time I blinked, the images flashed back, the shame burned hotter than the rage, but the rage kept me moving.
Sofia watched me from the kitchen as I paced the small living room, my hands clenched into fists. “Elena, please. You’re still shaking. Look at you… your hands won’t stop trembling. We don’t have to do this today. We can call the police right now. Let them handle it. Get a proper kit done, statements, the works.”
I stopped pacing and turned to her, my voice steadier than I felt. “I have to, Sofia. He didn’t just drug me. He stood over me like I was nothing. He told you I wanted it. That I came to him. I need to look him in the eyes and make him admit what he really did. I need to hear h
