Elena.

While looking around, my eyes fell on a group of people who seemed to be immersed in their own world. In the living room of my house, the atmosphere seemed relaxed, almost too relaxed. The sky outside was starting to darken, shrouding the afternoon in soft shades of gray. In the middle of the silence, I cleared my throat, hoping to catch their attention, but to no avail. Not a single one turned to me.

Reid was busy with a crooked smile on his face, letting out a low whistle as Sasha painstakingly drew a fake tattoo on his arm using a black marker. In the corner of the...