The wind outside the juvenile detention center was cold and biting.
Even held tightly in Caleb's arms, Eleanor still didn't feel warm.
Not only did she not warm up, her fingertips grew colder and colder.
Caleb waited a long time, but she didn't answer. He grew anxious and went on, "Eleanor, if you choose me, I won't marry Isabelle. We can be together. We can leave the city and go anywhere..."
"Don't you think it's incredibly irresponsible to treat Isabelle like this?"
Eleanor's tone wasn't harsh, but her voice was like a bucket of cold water. It chilled Caleb to the bone.
"Whether you love Isabelle or not, you've already agreed to marry her, and you've sent wedding invitations to relatives and friends. And now you're breaking off the engagement? Where do you think that leaves her?"
