Chapter 6
An hour and half later, a strange surge of relief filled her chest for the first time in over a month, as the flight took off to Greece.
She had called her father again from the airport, only to listen to his horrible tirade about her shameless ways. “Eleanor Carnell!” The sound of her real name, the name that her late mother Audrey Carnell had given her at birth, sent a shiver down her spine.
She hated that name, not the first one. Oh no, it was the surname “Carnell” that made her feel like dying, every time she heard it. “What should I tell your auntie Jaime, who thinks you are still the paragon of innocence? What should I tell my neighbors and my church friends? Who would be horrified that my daughter was going to be a mother without a ring on her finger... Tell me Eleanor,
