Chapter 12

Elena’s POV

I haven’t cried since Kris’s wedding in July, a little thing I’ve been immensely proud of considering how stressful everything has been in my life.

But today? Today I feel like I want to cry, and it’s all because I just had to get out of my apartment and try working somewhere else for the day.

The moment I walked into the cute little coffee shop I found a couple of weeks ago, I knew it was a bad idea. The smell in here is…ugh, it’s awful today, and it’s making my stomach turn like crazy. It usually smells like a sweet, delicious baked good, a big reason I come here.

Not today.

Today, the coffee smells burnt, the hazelnut syrup is making me gag, and if I have to smell one more heated-up egg sandwich, I really may hurl.

I clutch my stomach, willing myself not to puke. I just have a bit more left to finish writing, and after that, I’m golden and can take the weekend and Monday off.

It’s one of the things I love about content writing