Chapter 20 Shattered Vase

Eleanor’s Pov

My body felt stiff. Weak. Beaten up.

I was conscious but not awake. The last thing I remembered was Mr. Russo’s hand on my forehead. Calloused. Warm. Soft, but still firm.

Something was seeping into my arm. I could feel the tug of it.

Beyond my eyelids, it was dark.

They probably kept ...