Agnes
Once I got home, I slammed the front door behind me and leaned against the wood. The tears were still flowing freely down my cheeks, and I couldn’t seem to stop them no matter how hard I tried. Covering my mouth, I slid down until I was sitting on the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest.
“Agnes?”
My head snapped up. Elijah was standing in the entryway to the living room, his brow furrowed. When he saw the state I was in, his expression immediately darkened.
“What happened?” he asked, crossing the space between us in three long strides. He crouched down in front of me, his eyes scanning my face. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head, trying to wipe away my tears, but they just kept coming. “No, I’m not hurt. I just—” I couldn’t finish.
Elijah’s gaze shifted to the
