POV: Eleanor
Three days.
That was how long I had been waiting.
Three whole days.
Seventy two long hours.
Not that I had been counting.
Well... maybe I had.
I let out a frustrated sigh as I paced across my bedroom for the hundredth time.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The carpet beneath my feet had probably memorized my footsteps by now.
I stopped beside the window and glanced outside.
Nothing.
No courier.
No package.
No answers.
Just more waiting.
My jaw tightened slightly.
I hated waiting.
Everyone around me knew that.
Patience and Eleanor Cole had never gotten along.
Never.
Yet somehow, I had managed to survive three entire days without driving to that clinic myself and demanding for the results.
When I had submitted the samples on Tuesday morning, the woman behin
