Eleanor seethed with anger towards Zack White. She had buried her resentment, believing Zack to be dead. Yet, the revelation of his survival, concealed by her own brother, reignited a fierce fury within her.
"How could he hide this from me?" Eleanor's voice trembled with frustration as memories of Zack's deeds flooded her mind—the pain he had caused her and her brother. She had thought she had moved on from the trauma he inflicted.
But now, with Zack's existence confirmed, her feelings resurfaced with a vengeance. Rage stung anew, cutting deep into her heart.
"I trusted Drake to be honest with me," Eleanor muttered bitterly. "But he kept this from me, just like he kept so many other things hidden. How could he do this to me?"