C12 Chapter Twelve

Eleanor instantly felt horrible.

"I am so so sorry."

He just nodded.

"Based off the way that you described your dad, I get that it's pretty personal for you but if ever, you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."

He said nothing.

Eleanor felt so sad. Mr. Montrier died. But how? He was so full of life and energy and he wasn't even that old. Was he sick? He was her best friend at a point