Chapter 11 Elena

• Elena
• I follow Lucian and Alexander into their home, pausing at the doorstep as memories assail me. I spent a lot of my childhood in this mansion. I might know every nook and cranny as well as Lucian does. Other than some new furniture, nothing much has changed, and walking in here still feels like coming home—more so than my own childhood home does these days.
• I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed this. How much I’ve missed Lucian and the time we spent together. I’ve been so busy working and caring for my mother that I haven’t really stopped to think about how lonely I’ve become. How isolated I’ve let myself become.