PART 2
Eli wasn’t curled under a blanket. He wasn’t hunched like someone trying to disappear.
Eli wasn’t curled under a blanket. He wasn’t hunched like someone trying to disappear.
He was standing.
He was wearing a suit. His hair was neatly trimmed. His beard was gone. In his hand, he held a bouquet of white lilies.
When he saw me, his eyes filled instantly.
“Hi,” he said quietly. “You came.”
My chest tightened. “Eli?”
He nodded once. “Yeah.”
“I brought dinner,” I said, my heart racing.
He smiled, but it trembled. “She would’ve wanted that.”
I swallowed. “Eli… what’s going on?”
He took a slow breath, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Your mom hid something from you,” he said. “Before she died, she asked me not to tell you unless the day came when you stood right here.”
The room felt unsteady beneath my feet.
“What did she hide?” I whispered.
Eli tightened his grip on the lilies.
And then he said something that made me understand why she never wanted me to know too soon…
The culmination in PART 3:
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