Elijah’s POV
I was happy I could help my wife on her journey to get justice against her stepmother.
Seeing her so determined gave me a sense of pride, but deep down, I had my doubts about the whole plan.
What if the artist tricked us?
What if he ran away and we ended up with no proof of his involvement?
If that happened, Nora would walk away scot-free, and all of Abigail’s efforts would be for nothing.
These thoughts wouldn’t leave my mind as we got back into my car and started driving home.
The night was quiet, but my head wasn’t. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something could go wrong.
Abigail must have noticed my silence because she turned to me and asked, “Are you alright?”
I glanced at her, one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping it a little too tight
