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"Seriously?" Mark slammed his phone down, the plastic casing cracking slightly. His knuckles were white. He’d stumbled upon the file while trying to find a recipe. *Echoes of Eleanor*, the file was called, a romance novel seemingly about his life with Eleanor, every intimate detail laid bare. He kicked at a stray sock on the floor. He felt a churning in his stomach, a knot tightening with each passing moment. He usually loved her quirky romantic gestures, but this? This wasn't the same. He needed to leave, to get some air.