Gabriella’s POV

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elijah standing in the doorway, looking calm and unbothered. And me, humiliated. I woke up earlier than usual this morning, doing everything within my power to avoid him.

I didn’t ever want to run into him or hear his voice. 

That dream… it felt too real to be an illusion.

So, as I snuck downstairs earlier and saw everywhere empty and calm with no traces of Elijah around, I sighed in relief. 

“I’ll quickly do breakfast and run back upstairs,” I mumbled, hastening around in the kitchen. The house felt too quiet and depressing, so I put on the kitchen’s...