Eleanor
For a breakfast that had started as a low-key panic attack, things had settled into something almost… comfortable.
Well, as comfortable as sitting across from Nathan West; who was still looking at me like I was some puzzle missing a piece, and my mother who was still radiating suspicion, could get.
Matt, completely oblivious to the tension, was talking animatedly about school, while Ms. Rhea hovered, making sure everyone had more food than they could possibly eat.
And then, like a cannonball through calm waters, Suit came charging into the room.
Suit was Nathan’s dog and I had met him the first day I was here, the same day I met Nathan’s brother, and he had charged into the room just like he did right now.
I had about half a second to react before the dog launched himself ont
