Elena’s POV

I stood in the middle of the room with the key card still clenched in my free hand and my father’s voice still ringing in my ears.

*You are not supposed to be there.*

*Get out of the room.*

*Do not touch anything else.*

The words sat heavy in my chest, heavier than the sling, heavier than the ache in my arm. Samantha watched me from a few steps away, her face tight with the same unease that had settled over both of us the moment we stepped inside. The flowers still filled the air with that soft, familiar scent. The bracelet rested on the table where I...