Danika’s P.O.V.

I stood inside the office, the surrounding atmosphere thick with nervousness and mixed feelings as I fiddled with the hem of my dress.

I had wanted to do this, had I not? So why was I fidgeting? Why had my tongue refused to speak—betraying me in the end?

Standing at the other end of the desk was only Eleanor, and Drake was nowhere in sight. She looked paler and thinner in a subtle way, I thought.

Or maybe it was me—maybe it was because it had been a long while since the last time I saw her. I saw Mom in her. Her green eyes were just like...