"I was about to ask you the same thing," Matt says, closing the door to the truck and moving on closer to her. He doesn't have an answer that's out of the norm. Matt was simply on his way back home, back to an empty house with bills he still has to pay and a microwave that only half-works.

It's a crappy deal all around, but it's his, and it's all he's got.

It's also the last thing on his mind as he takes in the sight of her.

A hand darts out to cup her cheek. "Elena, what's wrong?"