The live feed displayed on my phone, me standing in the kitchen, frozen with my wide eyes staring back at the tiny black lens above the fridge. The words glowing in my phone;
Smile, sweetheart. You are on camera.
My hand was shaking so badly that even the screen of my phone was blurry in my eyes.
This is Elias's kind of trick.
I turned around with full force, which made the tote hit the counter with a dull thud. There was a shadow in the living room.
And then the shadow moved to the doorway, It was Elias. He stood in the doorway with his hands crossed, the apron which he wore during dinner was still on him.
He had that same smile, that gentle, soft fake smile, that looks sweet and tender.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice soft enough that it almost sounded like concern.
“You’r
