65

MAEVE

"Maeve!" Ronan shouted my name, but I didn't spare him a glance.

Eleanor was already across the road. It was her—short brown hair, body like a model even though she was an advanced woman.

Back when I was with her, I always let her know she was very beautiful.

It was a struggle crossing over to the other side of the road. I jostled against the crowd and managed to get over, but Ele