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ELEANOR
I sank deeper into the warm, scented water of the bath, my arms resting on the edges of the tub. The dim light of the candles flickered against the tiles, casting long shadows on the walls.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing mind. The events of the night replayed in my thoughts like a broken record — the tense whispers, the creeping sensation of being followed, the flash of the gun.
My heart still beat erratically, and I could feel a tremor running through my hands.
I dipped my head back, letting my hair float in the water as I inhaled deeply, attempting to shake off the fear that gripped me. The lavender and rose-scented bath salts were supposed to help me relax, but instead, they felt like a flimsy barrier against the anxiety that clung to me.
The warmth
