“Eloise, you’re not being honest with yourself,” Rachael said firmly with her arms crossed on her chest, eyes sharp with frustration. I asked if you still loved him, and you froze. That hesitation? It says more than any answer you could’ve given.”
Eloise stayed silent, her fingers curling tightly around her bag strap. She stared at the floor, as if it could swallow her whole.
“You’ve been running ever since. Three years ago, you left without a trace. And now? "You’re still running, It’s like nothing has changed at all,” Rachael continued. Her voice was quieter now, but the words hit harder. “Do you really think hiding on some beach will make everything okay? Waikiki isn’t peace, Eloise. It’s just distance….distance from him….from yourself.”
“Stop,” Eloise muttered, her voice trembling.
