see it. He looked confused. ‘I must have thrown it away,’ he muttered to himself.
He didn’t suspect me. ‘Why would he?’ ‘I was Elijah, his dumb, rich friend.’ ‘I feel better,’ I said, standing up. ‘Thank you for the water, Silas. I should go. Beatatrice gets worried if I’m gone too long. Of course, Elijah Silus said, walking me to the door. Take care continue reading …