Eleanor blinked her eyes open, still groggy. The smell of food had pulled her out of sleep.
"Martin, those bags under your eyes look serious. Did I keep you up last night?"
She hadn't been doing well lately—mentally or emotionally. Still, she always tried to act cheerful in front of Ethan. She could barely recall much from the night before—most of it had faded.
She'd hit a breaking point again. Just thinking about it made her feel restless.
All she really remembered were the nightmares that kept coming in waves, terrifying and relentless. But every time she woke up, Martin was right there.
Like some kind of steadfast guardian, he never left her side.
Just seeing him there made everything feel a little less scary. It helped her calm down, find some peace, and fall back a
