[Elena's POV]

Jake's text sat on my screen for about three seconds before I deleted it.

I didn't even feel angry. Just tired.

I set the phone face-down on the bed and stared at the white ceiling until the familiar sound of Caleb's footsteps stopped outside my door.

He knocked once, then pushed it open.

"The photos," he said simply, sliding his tablet toward me. "Seven options. Pick two."

I sat up carefully, keeping my bandaged shoulder still, and scrolled through them. Caleb had placed my face onto a woman standing in front of a massive Klimt painting in what looked like the Belvedere in Vienna. In another, I was...