ELENA POV
The following day, I avoided Adrien.
I knew he was in the facility. I'd seen him talking with security. But every time I thought about facing him, my stomach twisted with confusion and fear.
Brighton's son.
How could I look at him the same way?
Damien and I had agreed to oversee him, to keep him close while we figured out what to do. But watching someone meant interacting with them. And I wasn't ready for that yet.
I was with my mom, helping her through another memory exercise, when one of the guards knocked on the door.
"Ms. Castellano? Mr. Laurent asked me to give you this." He handed me a thick envelope. "He said it's important."
I took it reluctantly. "Where is he?"
"In his office, ma'am."
After the guard left, I stared at the envelope. mom watched me from her bed.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I don't know." I turned it over in my hands. No labels. Just my name written in Adrien's neat handwriting.
"Open it," she urged.
I did.
