Elijah POV
My hands tightened into fists, fingernails digging into the skin. I was holding back, trying to control myself. It was painful, the thought of going away from her when I just got her back. But this sick game needs to come to an end. My mother and her father, they finally need to rest in peace.
The ride to the museum was a blur, my thoughts keeping me away from knowing the time we needed to get to it. When I lurched forward at the car stopping, I was brought back to reality. Taking a deep breath, I put on my blank face, masking my feelings completely. When I stepped out of the car, the glory of museum was in my view. It was, no doubt, remodeled and looked even better than 6 years ago.
We moved without a word, no one exchanged glances. We all knew what we had to do.Even Elliot,
