Abigail’s POV
I woke up to get some water, and that was when I saw Elijah coming in through the main entrance. He took off his shoes, slipped on his slippers, and walked like he was in a daze.
I placed the glass of water on the table and walked toward him.
“Are you alright? And where have you been?” I asked.
He didn’t respond. He just stood there, looking dazed by God knows what.
I gently shook his arm. “Elijah, what is it?” I asked again. He turned to look at me, his face holding an expression I couldn’t figure out.
Without saying a word, Elijah walked over to the couch. He picked up the remote with a shaky hand and turned on the TV.
I stood there watching him, confused and worried. The television came on, and the news anchor’s voice filled the room.
“Breaking news,” the anchor an
