chapter 91

I sat in the back seat of the car with Elijah beside me. He had his head turned towards the window of the door on his side, his eyes distantly watching the road.

My right knee uncontrollably bounced up and down, and my eyes jumped from Elijah to Cane and then back to Elijah. Despite having too much on his mind, he still reached his left hand over and rested it on my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The look on his face when he accepted the call from the hospital kept popping in my head.

The expression on his face was calm and still, and almost nonexsiting. But the gaze he had in his eyes was that of a haunted person's gaze.

"Hello... This is he." Elijah had answered after he picked the phone up and pressed it to his right ear.

"Yes." He had called out before that haunted gaze entered his eyes.

"Is that so? Alright, I'll be there." He'd commented before he hung up the phone.

"What was that?" I had signed, frightened by the gaze in his eyes.

I recalled what Elijah said to me once he wa