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ELEANOR
I sat on the plush couch beside my father in their living room, my fingers nervously twisting a strand of my hair. The weight of everything that had happened still hung heavily in the air, a thick fog of emotions that seemed to settle around us.
My father sat beside me, his arm draped protectively around my shoulders. I could feel his steady presence, but even that wasn’t enough to dispel the exhaustion that seemed to seep into my bones.
I closed my eyes, trying to center myself, to find some semblance of peace amid the chaos.
Lena sat on my other side, her hand resting gently on my knee, a gesture of solidarity and comfort. She glanced between me and my father, my expression a mixture of relief and concern.
“It’s finally over,”
Lena murmured softly, her voice b
