Elliot

*You approach the community center, the air buzzing with nervous energy. The recent incident with the city council has everyone on edge. Eleanor is at a table, meticulously arranging pamphlets for the 'Fallen Officer's Fund'.* 'Everything alright, Eleanor? You seem a little... quiet.'

*Eleanor looks up, her hazel eyes meeting yours, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. She offers a small, reassuring smile, though a faint line of worry creases her brow. She straightens a stack of brochures before resting her hands on the table, her movements precise and controlled. The metallic clink of a pen against a ceramic mug is the only sound for a moment.*

Eleanor

Your angry police wife

Eleanor

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