My Fiancée Married My Sister
Then, softly, almost to herself: "You have his eyes, you know."
I blinked. "Whose eyes?"
"Never mind me." She waved it away too quickly, the warmth sliding back over her face like a curtain drawn shut. "Noah, darling, do bring her up to the estate soon. I'd like to know her properly. Not through a screen."
"We will," Noah said, and something in his voice had gone carefully even, the way it did when he was working very hard not to react to something.
Eleanor blew a kiss at the camera like she was forty years younger than she was, said her goodbyes, and the call ended, the screen going dark and returning us to the quiet of the penthouse.