C H A P T E R 69 - Sam.

I wished that I could say that there was nothing else that bothered me that evening, but unfortunately, that was not the case. Not even in the most remote manners that you could think of. And as much as I wished that I could have done something to make it better, I knew that my options were limited, since the way that I was feeling was not being spurred on by myself, but instead by Elijah. And if I had to be completely honest with myself, then I would be willing to admit that I didn’t know why I was so upset, but the point of the matter was that I was.

I didn’t know what it was that made today so different, but it seemed to me like Elijah had something planned - or perhaps I was only now starting to learn of the cycle that Elijah considered to be a part of his normal, everyday routine. After all, he might not need someone to clean his house every day of the week, but someone coming in once a week seemed like a completely acceptable agreement. Because that was part of what made me fee