Pauly’s POV.

“I think this is the last of them,” Hal said carrying in a potted plant and a garment bag into Eleanor’s new bedroom.

“Thank you,” she said. The words had been said an obscene number of times throughout the last few hours.

Regardless of Hal and I both asking her to stop telling us thank you, Eleanor responded the same, as if it was impulsive, and she couldn’t help herself. Eleanor was skittish, every loud sound made her flinch. The signs ...