Elodie's POV
We slowly leave the small boardroom, following the corridors back the way we came until we reach a more familiar area of the ship.
We make our way toward Lena's suite together, Beckett beside me, his hand no longer holding mine, which I find I miss. His steady hand on my back, then curled around my own hand. It was grounding, and made everything feel a little less overwhelming, like I wasn’t alone . . .
We reach Lena's door, and I knock, still turning the whole conversation over uneasily as we wait.
Lena opens it a moment later, and something in her expression shifts immediately at the sight of us both, careful and searching.
'Hey,' she says, stepping back to let us in. 'You look like someone kicked your puppy and then asked you to thank them.'
‘I feel worse,' I reply ti
