Chapter 133

Elena cried harder at that, but it seemed like a different kind of crying now. Not the hopeless grief of someone who had given up, but the cleansing tears of someone who was finally letting herself feel everything she had been holding back.

When Mia had been drowning in her own darkness months ago – the chaos with her father, the kidnapping, the fear that had followed her everywhere – Elena had been there. Her anchor. Her strength. Her rock when everything else was shifting sand.

Now it was Mia's turn to be that for Elena. To hold her friend while she fell apart and put herself back...