Eleanor
The moment I slid into the booth across from Lara, letting out a slow, measured breath as I set my purse down beside me, I could already tell that this conversation was going to take some time.
It was not because I didn’t know what to say, but because there was so much to say.
And I still wasn’t entirely sure how to say it.
Lara, of course, picked up on it immediately. She always had a knack for that anyway, always knowing when something was up or out of place.
She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze scanning my face, her red-painted nails tapping absently against her water glass as she studied me. “Alright,” she said finally, setting her menu aside without even looking at it. “What the hell happened?” she asked like she already knew something did.
I let out a quiet hu
