Eleanor, her fine clothes smudged with dirt from her hiding place, her carefully cultivated composure shattered, took a hesitant step towards Ryan, her hands still partially raised. A strange, almost beatific smile touched her lips, a chilling mismatch to the carnage surrounding them.
"I did it for us, Ryan," she said, her voice surprisingly steady, imbued with a delusional conviction. She pointed a trembling finger towards Suzy, who lay a broken figure near the rough crates, her breath shallow. "She was the impediment, don't you see? She came between us, destroyed what we were building, what we had since childhood. You love me, Ryan. You know you do. You once said you always would."
