Something had happened to Susan. Eleanor could feel it in her bones.
Crossing the quiet streets, the lush groves, and the vast lawns, she searched desperately. But Susan was nowhere to be found.
Her complexion had turned pale, drained by exhaustion and a creeping melancholy. Her steps were slower now, her body growing heavier with fatigue.
She had no idea where to look next.
Could it be…
A thought struck her, making her breath hitch.
Could Susan be at that place again?
Eleanor’s body went rigid.
For a brief moment, she hesitated.
Then, without further delay, she changed direction—heading straight for the tumultuous seaside.
She hadn’t gone there earlier because it made no sense for anyone in their right mind to linger at the shore tonight.
The wind was fierce, almost violent. Even in the dense streets lined with trees, the howling gusts had been unsettling. By the seaside, they would be far worse—savage and unrelenting.
Going there now was reckless.
But Susan…