Chapter 7 07|Woman under the table

Eleanor pov

My gaze was vacant as I sat on the bed, my breathing slow and steady. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock.

Soft.

Slow.

Relentless.

As if it were quietly mocking me, one second passed, then another in utter silence and then–

Knock. Knock.

The soft sound came fro...

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