Andrea walked into the guest room with a tray of food for Elena and found her curled up on the bed like a worm. As she watched, Elena's gaze remained glued to the window.

Andrea took a deep breath and approached Elena with soft footsteps. "Lena," she called out gently.

"Mhm," Elena replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't blame yourself for Ryan's choices. You have done nothing wrong," Andrea said, sitting at the edge of the bed and stroking Elena's hair.

Elena sniffled and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I just can't believe Ryan's been hiding his true self from me all along. I...