The following day, Mirena visited Eleanor’s house.
The familiar iron gates slid open smoothly as she cruised in, nostalgically glancing around as she slowed her car.
Even though she'd been here just a little while ago, the place didn’t fail to have its usual effect on her. Out of everywhere, it was the only place that felt like an anchor, a reminder of discipline, purpose and of the version of herself that she'd been right before Eleanor plucked her out of the orphanage.
It was a reminder of the home and warmth she’d been given, that will always wait for her no matter what.
Pulling to a stop in the vast driveway, Mirena cut the engine off and right in cue, her phone vibrated twice in quick succession, the sound shattering the silence that had settled over her car briefly.
