Eleanor
I didn’t stop walking even if my knees felt weak.
I would have gone straight to my room if both I and Ava’s keys weren’t in the lockeroom.
Tears blurred my vision, but I did all I could to hold them in.
The last thing I needed was to shed another tear for the male specie.
How could I have let myself go?
I ought to have learned my lesson after Zach.
But Ezra isn’t Zach. A trecherous voice in my head said.
I turned in a corner, not paying attention and nearly bumped into a tall slim figure.
“M_Mrs Warwick.” I stammered, my voice hoarse.
The woman who had on a perfectly tailored suit, with every strand if hair in place, had stood out to me when I first laid eyes on her.
“And where are you going?” She asked, narrowing her gaze at me, before letting her gaze run up and down m
