“Then tell me,” Henry demanded.I looked at Henry. His face was very close to mine. His eyes were wide and searching, like he was trying to find a tiny, hidden piece of paper inside my head.My hands squeezed the handle of my big suitcase. This was the moment everything changed. This was the last moment I would ever be Eleanor, the girlfriend who always said yes, who always agreed, and who always came back when Henry snapped his fingers.I took a breath, slow and deep. I kept my voice soft, like I was telling him a secret only he could hear. “I’m just tired, Henry. I am really tired.”He stopped frowning. The angry look on his face softened just a little bit. “Tired? Of what?”“Of the city. Of the late nights. Of trying to keep up with your busy friends,” I whispered. It wasn't a total lie. I really was tired, but not of the things he thought. “My father is worried about me, and I need a break. I just… need to go home for a little while.”I watched his face change. The tight, angry fe
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