Chapter Forty-Eight
Carrying my injured Elijah up the steps into my house, I carefully brought him to his bedroom and lay him in his bed.
“I’m sorry I got away, Mommy,” he let out through tears.
“It’s okay, darling, as long as you promise me you will always find your way back.”
“I promise,” he said. I kissed his forehead.
“Go to sleep, my prince. You’ve had a long day,” I said as I turned to leave his room. I couldn’t get the meeting with Jacob from my mind. He was such a nice man to help Elijah like he did, something so inviting in his warm brown eyes. Lost in thought, I jumped in shock when I met a woman in my kitchen.
“Claudia, what are you doing home?” she asked.
“Elijah injured himself, his knees are bloodied. Why are you here, Diana?” She looked around the room nervously. She
