Eleanor’s POV.

“I’m in here.” Paul’s voice was quiet when I entered the apartment.

My feet ached. Pausing at the door, I leaned against it. I kicked my heels off, letting the cool floor soothe away the pain in my feet. But nothing really could take away the pain in my soul.

“Eleanor?” Paul’s voice tinted with concern calls out to me from the dark little living room.

“I’m here,” I reply. ...