Pauly's POV.
“I think this is the last of them," Hal said carrying in a potted plant and a garment bag into Eleanor's new bedroom.
“Thank you," she said. The words had been said an obscene number of times throughout the last few hours.
Regardless of Hal and I both asking her to stop telling us thank you, Eleanor responded the same, as if it was impulsive, and she couldn't help herself. Eleanor was skittish, every loud sound made her flinch. The signs of trauma were glaringly obvious, calling my protective side out in a dominate manner.
“Hal."
Marcell's head popped in Eleanor's door. She flinched slightly at his appearance, as she was finishing making her bed with sheets that Olivia had just provided for her. Boss noticed, though it was surprisingly the slight cringe in her small f
