Eleanor's POV.
“I think this is it," I say, smiling over my shoulder at Paul as I slide the key into the lock.
Paul's been silently observing me since I climbed eagerly into the car promptly at five. I knew he was examining my swollen, bloodshot eyes, fighting against the urge to ask me what had happened while we were apart.
There had been so many times I had reached for my phone. I was still mentally reeling from my mother's sudden presence in Philly. Antionette Hart being in the same city as me complicated things.
There was no boundary she wouldn't or hadn't crossed before It made me feel a level of anxiety I hadn't felt since I moved to Chicago.
I didn't know how to cope with her sudden appearance. I didn't know how to sort through the emotions that followed her abrupt exit. H
