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.