Nathan
I had been in the middle of a conversation I didn’t want to be in, holding a glass I didn’t really need, and nodding along to words I hadn’t really heard or from a woman I didn't invite, when I saw Eleanor step outside the back door.
It was like a slow wave of calm followed her into the chaos of the garden party.
She stepped out with the kind of graceful ease that made it impossible not to notice her. Her eyes scanned the space, flicking past the clusters of guests, scanning through the laughter and movement and swirling colors of balloons and folding chairs. She was looking for someone, I could see that immediately. Her eyes were focused. Intent.
Maybe she was looking for Matt, because that was just natural, even though she should know better that he was safe here, and nothing
