MINA
The road back to Elias’ family estate somehow felt shorter than yesterday… or maybe I was just getting used to this place.
We were heading to have breakfast with his parents before going back to Montrose for the trial. I didn’t know how long we’d have to stay there. However, I woke up this morning hearing Elias quietly talking to his mom on the phone. I could hear her crying even through my slumber, saying something along the lines of, “My baby is leaving me again.”
I felt quite bad; however, Elias seemed used to it already.
The moment we stepped out of the car, Elias held onto my hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Don’t worry,” he said. “My cousins aren’t here. It’s just my mom and dad.”
He was so much gentler today. I still wasn’t used to it.
However, his words did make me
