ELENA'S POINT OF VIEW
I stared at the ceiling of the guest room. The bed was comfortable. The sheets were soft. But I couldn't sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alex's face. The hurt in his eyes when I said I needed time. The way he'd looked when I walked out of our bedroom.
Maybe I'd overreacted. Maybe I'd been too harsh.
But no. He'd been controlling. Treating me like I couldn't think for myself. Questioning my judgment.
I had every right to be angry.
Didn't I?
I rolled onto my side and hugged the pillow. Outside, I could hear the wind picking up. A storm was coming.
Perfect. The weather matched my mood.
A soft knock on the door made me freeze.
"Elena?" Alex's voice was muffled through the wood. "Please. Can we talk?"
I didn't answer. Just pulled the blanket tighter around myself.
"I know you're awake. I can see the light under the door."
Silence.
"Elena, please. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I was wrong."
