chapter 55

Elijah Smith...

I couldn't wait for the meeting to be over. Heck, I couldn't wait for the entire day to be over so I could go and see my wife.

Ella was quickly becoming an addiction of mine, one I didn't want to get rid of.

She was a constant thought of mine. I found myself wondering what she was doing, if she was in her art studio painting, if she was in our room taking a nap, if she was in the garden looking at the beautiful flowers and taking a deep breath from their scents, or if she was in the dining room enjoying a meal or a snack.

Ninety nine percent of my brain was occupied by her, and I didn't mind.

I liked thinking about her the entire day. She some how managed to calm me in stressful situations. She was becoming a medicine to my poisoned blood and goodness do I love it.

I did my best to concentrate on the meeting.

While I was in the meeting, the mirrored phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didn't want to reach for it.

I can survive for a few more hours without