Elena’s POV

The clock on the corner of my screen finally read past six.

I sat back in the chair and let the quiet settle over me for the first time all day. My good shoulder ached. The sling felt heavier than it had that morning. Every muscle in my neck had drawn itself into a tight, stubborn knot from leaning too far to the right for hours while I worked with one arm.

I had survived.

Somehow.

I shut down the computer, stacked the remaining files into neat piles the way Claire had shown me, and slid my company phone into the side pocket of my bag. Gathering everything...