[Elijah]
It hadn’t even been a minute since Celeste left when I heard the knock at the door. At first, I thought it might be her—perhaps she had forgotten to say something. I hurried to the door, a bit excited.
But the moment I opened it, my smile dropped, the colour draining from my face. “Mother…” I mumbled, staring down at the short, immaculately dressed woman standing before me. Red lipstick and designer sunglasses perched just below her perfectly sculpted eyebrows—I could recognise her from a mile away.
She tilted her head, her lips curving into a smile. “Aren’t you going to invite us in?”
Us?
My eyes shifted, and there he was—Michael. My mother’s newest husband. He stepped in behind her, his dark hair slicked back and his blue eyes barely visible behind his own pair of sunglasse
