Elena's POV
I didn't sleep much.
Even with Anna beside me, even after the cops came and left, the image of that box haunted me.
Who does that?
Why me?
I checked my phone more times than I should've. Nothing new. No texts. No flowers. No boxes.
Still, I couldn't relax.
Julian called again in the morning, but I didn't pick up.
I didn't know what to say to him yet.
I stared at the ceiling. The silence felt loud. Anna was still asleep, but I was wide awake.
Every creak. Every shift in the wind. My heart reacted like it was under attack.
I needed answers.
But I had none.
So I got up. Quietly. Slipped into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face.
When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.
This wasn't the same Elena who survived the boardroom, the betrayal, the scar.
This was someone tired. Paranoid.
Someone watching her back because someone out there was still watching her.
I made coffee, though I didn't drink it. My hands were still shaking.
