Chapter 25

• ELEANOR
• The entire living room was filled with soft, echoing melodies as Armando turned on the music. Something smooth, gentle, but somehow suffocating too. I didn’t want to be here. Not in this situation, not in his arms, not anywhere near him. It felt like everything was slipping out of my control—even the littlest of things.
• My life wasn’t my own anymore—every decision was being made for me. Everyone else had a say except me.