Elena and Damian sat down for what felt like forever, in silence. Damian had instructed the servants to take her back to her room to rest.

Elena traced her fingers around the glass of water Damian had gotten for her. That act of kindness had cracked open a space in her heart, one she didn't know existed. No one had ever cared for her like this before. No one remembers her birthdays, her favourite food, favourite flowers too. Even Nathan. She has always been the one to remember their anniversaries and birthdays.

Looking at Damian who sat across from her on the bed, she couldn't help it. A drop of...