…swiftly. It was a lesson I’d learned early in life, and one Michael was about to learn the hard way. With Eleanor’s firm grip guiding me, I stood up, my legs still trembling from the cold.
The warmth of her presence seemed to cut through the chill like a beacon of hope.
“Are you alright, dear?” she asked, concern softening the edges of her voice. “Not really,” I admitted.
My voice cracked, but there was a strange comfort in admitting the truth. “But I will be.”
Eleanor nodded, her eyes gleaming with a fierce protectiveness.
“Let’s get you warm and dry.”
We made our way back to her car, the umbrella shielding me from the worst of the rain.
Inside, the car was a cocoon of warmth and luxury. The leather seats seemed to absorb the icy wetness from my clothes, and I felt myself begin to thaw. “Where are we going?” I asked, my voice still shaking slightly.
“To my place for now,” Eleanor replied.
“We’ll sort everything out in the morning.”
I nodded, relief flooding over me. Eleanor’s house was a sanctuary, filled with warmth and light, far removed from the oppressive atmosphere of Michael’s domain.
The rain dru
What happened next changed everything…
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