72 " Elenore"

"You fool! Why don't you think the consequences of your actions? People say you kidnapped her " Uncle Matt said. " You have no idea what you did wrong! This is really bad. I told you came back home quickly!" He said.

As soon as he spotted us, he gestured for us to follow him to his office. I could feel the weight of his disapproval hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. "Start explaining, John!" he barked.

"Uncle, this isn't—" I began, but he cut me off, his expression softening as he turned to me. "Elenore, dear, don't," he said, his voice shifting to a gentler tone, yet the underlying tension remained palpable.

John's brow furrowed, and he glanced at me, his voice steady but strained. "Father, I didn't kidnap her. Just look at her—she's here and talking freely." The words hung between us, heavy with implications. I could see the worry etched on his face; he knew we were both in deep trouble.