Agnes
I hesitated for a moment before sliding into the chair across from Elijah. The solemn expression on his face made my stomach clench with anxiety. This wasn’t a romantic dinner date, was it?
“Is everything alright?”
Elijah didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just signaled to the waiter, who approached our table immediately.
“A glass of the Cabernet for my wife, please,” he said, giving the waiter a tight smile. When the man left, Elijah took a long sip of his own wine, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Elijah,” I pressed, “what’s going on?”
“Drink first,” he said, nodding toward the glass of red wine the waiter had just placed in front of me. “Trust me on this.”
My heart started hammering in my chest. Whatever news he had, it was serious enough that he tho
