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ELEANOR
I sat on the plush couch in the living room, my eyes distant and unfocused as I took a deep breath. The weight of my memories bore down on her, making it hard to breathe.
It had started once again.
Across from me, Rhys watched me with concern, his own expression mirroring the heaviness in the room. Lena was in the kitchen, the sounds of her preparing food for everyone filling the silence with a comforting, domestic hum.
Dante sat next to me, speaking quietly into his phone. His presence was a steadying force, but I could feel the anxiety gnawing at me. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, and when I opened them, Dante was ending his call.
He put the phone down and turned to me, his eyes soft with concern.
"Hey,"
he said gently, taking my
