Elena.

I held back a yawn as I looked at Killian working; only faint sounds of his typing reached my ears from behind me.

The sound of his typing went on in almost the exact same rhythm, steady and consistent, while I sat quietly in a chair not far from his desk. Sometimes the typing would stop, replaced by the scratching of a pen on paper, before starting up again.

Trying to escape the awkwardness in my own house, I decided to spend time with Killian.

After the Thanksgiving incident, things were no longer as lively as before. My house wasn't as crowded as before. Most of my family had...