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ELEANOR
I sat quietly in the backseat of the car, gazing out the window as the world passed by in a blur. Lena was sitting next to me, our silence filled with an unspoken understanding of the gravity of the situation.
Russo was at the wheel, his steady hands guiding them toward her father’s house—where his second wife, Karina, and her children, Emily and Christian, lived.
Of course, a house he came back from work to.
It had been a while since I had last visited, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. The tension in my shoulders never seemed to loosen anymore, my thoughts dominated by the ongoing threats from my stalker.
But today was different. Today, I needed to face more than just my fear. I needed to confront the strained ties of my family.
As we approached the house
