DAMIEN'S POV
The drive back to Seattle was different. Quieter. Elara spent most of it staring out the window, and I didn't push conversation. I'd said too much last night. Shown too many cards.
"Can we stop somewhere?" she asked about an hour in.
"Of course. Where?"
"There's a lookout point in twenty miles. I used to go there when I needed to think."
I took the exit she indicated. The lookout point was empty, just a parking area with a view of the mountains. Elara got out and walked to the railing. I followed, keeping distance between us.
"I came here after I signed the divorce papers," she said. "Sat in my car for three hours trying to figure out how my life had fallen apart."
"Elara—"
"Let me finish." She turned to face me. "I've been thinking about what you said last night. Abou
