—ELEANOR —I let Arthur feed me in silence, spoonful after careful spoonful.My pride lies somewhere under the covers, bruised and battered, but right now, eating matters more than dignity.Still, no matter how tender he acts, no matter how gentle his touch, a coil of anger stays tight in my chest.After a while, he sets the spoon down, wiping the corner of my mouth with a napkin as if I’m something precious. Something he didn’t walk out on— twice.My fingers twitch.I turn my face slightly away.He hesitates — and then, almost cautiously, he says my name, “El”It’s seriously unfair when he calls me by the nickname he gave me when he knows we’re nothing more.“About earlier… about Brianna…”His voice is low, almost strained, like he’s walking on glass. “I didn’t want you to misunderstand. Mrs. Brown called me. She said Brianna was hurt — her hand. I had no choice but to go.”I stiffen.Just like that, the breath stills in my lungs.He knows I’m angry.He can tell.Of course he should
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