Eleanor’s pov

The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of my childhood bedroom and laid warm stripes right across my bare legs where the sheet had slipped down in the night.

I stretched slowly under the covers and felt that same restless itch crawling under my skin the way it always did when I came back home.

College had been late nights and loud parties and the kind of freedom that left my body humming yet returning here for the summer already felt like the walls were pressing in again.

My nipples tightened against the soft cotton of the old tank top I slept in and I ran one...