LENA'S POV
I left him, my steps echoing down the hallway until I reached the sanctuary of my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it, the silence pressing down on me. My thoughts raced, spinning wildly around the fact that Damien had found me. How had he tracked me down so quickly? My mind churned through the possibilities, each more unsettling than the last.
I sank onto the soft comfort of my bed, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. My hands instinctively settled protectively over my stomach, as if shielding the precious life growing inside me.
My thoughts drifted back to that fateful night Lucas had mentioned. I had been in such a dark place, drowning my sorrows in alcohol, desperately trying to numb an insurmountable pain. Memories blurred by the ha
