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ELEANOR
I sat quietly on the couch in the living room, my mind adrift in a sea of thoughts. The soft cushions did little to comfort me as I stared blankly at the floor, my hands resting in my lap.
Lena sat beside my, one arm gently draped around my shoulders, trying to offer me solace without words. Lena knew I was lost in my thoughts, and while she couldn’t pull me out, she could be there for me.
Across from us, Dante and Rhys sat on the opposite couch. Their expressions were serious, locked in a silent and intense staring match. Russo stood nearby, his eyes trained on both men, watching the tension in the air as though waiting for something to crack.
The room was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, the kind that hovered just beneath the surface but refused
