Nathan
I stood at the bottom of the stairs with my hands loosely in the pockets of my pants, pretending I wasn’t waiting, just like I did last night, but God, I was waiting.
For the most part, I think I could admit that to myself now at least, because who was I kidding?
Ms. Rhea was beside me, looking entirely too pleased with herself, as if she had seen straight through me and found every damn thought I’d been trying to bury since Eleanor first walked into my house weeks ago. She said something cheerful a moment ago, some light comment about how nice it was that we were both getting out of town for a bit, but I couldn’t focus enough to answer.
My eyes were fixed on the staircase, on the empty hallway above it, on the faint sounds of movement drifting down.
I knew Eleanor was there
