Unable to find her words, Eloise hung up the call, still seated on her bed with an unreadable expression. Questions dangled in her mind, each one twisting into the next. Confusion and guilt churned through her, colliding with no clear exit.

‘He was in an accident,’ she repeated silently.

And yet…

The image of his fist slamming into Luther’s face flashed in her mind, followed by the memory of how he carried her gently.

"It’s okay, Eloise. I’m here."

The weight of truth pressed ...