Elijah's Point of View
The door clicks shut behind me and I rush towards my truck. I place my hands on the hood, lower my head and close my eyes as I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm raging inside of me.
"Elijah? Are you okay?"
I hear Amy ask. I don't answer her immediately. My hands press a little harder against the cold metal, and I clench my jaw, collecting myself before slowly turning around and facing her.
I give her a small, tired smile.
"Yeah... Yeah I'm okay. I just needed a second."
She arches her brow, not looking completely convinced. She steps closer, her arms tightly wrapped around a sleeping Colton.
"That is not the face of someone that is okay."
She says, and I let out a small, bitter chuckle.
"Isn’t it?"
I ask and she sighs.
"No. That is the fac
