The two talked for a while, sharing their thoughts.
Eventually, Olivia drifted off to sleep, but Eleanor lay wide awake.
Her gaze fixed on the ceiling as Olivia's earlier question replayed in her mind.
She wrestled with her feelings for a long time before finally falling into a restless slumber.
In the morning, the sound of her alarm clock woke Eleanor.
She quietly rolled out of bed, still carrying the faint scent of alcohol on her skin.
Frowning, she sniffed at herself before changing into fresh clothes.
Moving gently so as not to wake Olivia, she got ready and slipped out.
The driver, worried that Eleanor might feel unwell after drinking, drove especially carefully.
When the car stopped at Lanson, Eleanor opened her eyes slowly, looking a little tired.
As soon as she pushed ope
