Harrison pulled out his phone, his hand unsteady as he dialed Eleanor's number."The number you've dialed is not in service."He stared at the screen for a second, then tried again. When it went unanswered, he called a third time, then a fourth.Eleanor never turned her phone off. She knew he'd worry.Harrison practically stumbled out of the hospital. He drove back to the mansion, gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white.The whole way back, he kept forcing himself to believe it was nothing, that maybe she just needed some space, that maybe she'd missed his calls, and that when he got home, she'd be sitting on the couch with a book like always.The moment he walked through the door, he took the stairs two at a time and went straight to the guest room.The door was open, the closet stood empty, and the vanity was stripped bare."N-No… Impossible," he muttered under his breath, the color draining from his face.Like a madman, Harrison barged into the ro
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