Demolition Before the Bloom

did.”

Eleanor didn’t gasp.

She didn’t show an ounce of shock.

She simply lowered her gloved hand from my chin.

She turned her body slowly.

She faced the man I had been terrified of for ten long years.

Richard was sweating now.

The aggressive, puffed-up posture he had used to confront the men in suits was completely gone.

He was looking at Eleanor’s pristine continue reading …