Eleonore’s POV
Suddenly I couldn’t breathe, and try as I might to try and get the air into my lungs and out again, it seemed impossible. The once large and open space of Ronan’s office seemed to become small very quickly, and the walls felt as though they were closing in on me.
I felt my hands grip Rhett’s arm. I felt my body lean against him for a moment before I pushed away and took a step toward Ronan and my aunty’s direction. I stopped when I saw the look on Ronan’s face, however.
There was no hint of that once warm and kind man who had raised me. Instead, something different rested in his eyes. It was a storm if I ever thought to describe someone in that way, a raging of something deep and anguished. Was this what the loss of your child did to you?
I couldn’t help but find myself thinking if I had been the one to die that night instead of my parents, would their eyes hold this same singular anguish?