Eleanor’s POV.

“Eleanor… Sweetheart. Wake up.” Paul nudges me gently. My eyes struggle to pry themselves open as the bright sunshine forced them back closed. “We’re home.”

The rumble of the car slowly puttered to a stop as Paul put the car in park. My eyes slowly opened to take in the familiar sight of the Russo Estate. The welcomed site instantly brought a swell of emotions. Moisture swelled in my eyes spilling over my lashes. For the first time since we ...