Eleanor
By the time we pulled into the long, winding driveway of the house, I already felt the nervous flutter in my chest begin to rise, subtle at first, like a quiet wave lapping at my ribs, but undeniable.
It was there and I could just feel it, circling around like it wasn't going to ease.
It had been a long morning of movement and moments; wrangling Matt into the right outfit; one he didn’t hate and one that didn’t make him look like he was trying too hard, then all three of us piling into the car.
As we drove here, I could feel the tension between us, it was soft but present, like the echo of a conversation left unfinished. Nathan had driven, calm and silent for most of the ride, but every so often, his gaze would flick to the rearview mirror, to Matt in the backseat, and somet
