Chapter18
Eleanor's POV
He carried me out of the study the way a man carries something he is afraid of dropping and equally afraid of setting down — arms locked, jaw set, his cologne close enough that I could smell it over the salt of my own crying, which I hated, which I could not stop.
I had stopped screa...
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