POV: Eleanor
My heart refused to calm down even after leaving Tristan’s office.
The moment I stepped out into the hallway, I hurried toward my room fast.
The sound of my heels echoed sharply against the tiled floor as panic crawled gradually beneath my skin.
No.
No no no.
This couldn’t be happening.
This cannot be happening.
Not now.
The second I entered my room, I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it heavily.
My breathing felt uneven.
Why was Tristan looking through child trafficking files?
What exactly was he searching for?
I pushed myself away from the door and walked toward the large window overlooking the mansion grounds like I would get my answers there.
The bright morning sunlight spilled across the room beautifully.
But it did nothing to calm me down
