Chapitre 35: The Edge Of The Cliff

In Eleanor's dimly lit room, she continued to weep, sitting on the floor with her back against the door.

"She must be lying," she whispered to herself, desperately trying not to believe Linda's words, but she couldn't shake the thought. "My brother, Drake... he suffered so much because of me. He almost died because of me. He wouldn't do that to a stranger, someone not related to him."

Eleanor lifted her head and fixed her gaze on the picture frame on her side table. It was a photo of her and Drake, taken during her hospitalization, both of them smiling.

She asked herself, "Why did he need to take care of me then?"

Staring at the photo, the room's silence and darkness only intensified her emotions. She snapped out of her reverie when she heard Drake's door close, a sign that her brother had finally retreated to his room to rest.