Eleanor
Lara pushed a glass of juice into my hand the moment I sat on her couch. I knew what that look on her face was, but I certainly didn't come here to talk. I just wanted to stay here with her, eat her food, and lay down for a while before I needed to go back home to Nathan’s.
But Lara wasn't going to take that, I just knew it.
“Here,” she said, “you look like you’ve been through something. You’re paler than usual and you’ve got that ‘I’ve seen some s**t’ look in your eye. So, how was your day?”
Oh right, she probably thought this was something that had happened today. Well, I would love to lie and say it was bad, but it wasn't all that bad compared to the weekend I had.
I let out a tired breath, took the juice, and sipped slowly before I said anything. “Long,” I answered. “Tod
