Chapter 157. The Weight Of Secrets

Sarah’s POV

The silence in the car was deafening as we drove away from the boutique.

Elena kept glancing at me with questions burning in her eyes, while Aria had fallen unusually quiet in the backseat, her small fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“Elena,” I finally broke the silence, my voice barely above a whisper. “Would you mind if we stopped somewhere private to talk? I owe you an explanation.”

Elena nodded, her expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. “My apartment isn’t far from here,” she offered. “We can have some privacy there.”

Twenty minutes later, Aria was contentedly watching cartoons in Elena’s living room while Elena and I sat at her kitchen table, steaming mugs of tea between us.