Life After You
Elijah crawled toward me on his knees, once again reaching out to take my hand.
I sighed and stopped Xander from kicking him. Then, I reached out to touch Elijah myself.
A flash of relief crossed Elijah's face, but he froze the moment our hands were supposed to meet.
His hand passed straight through mine, and he mumbled, "Fran?"
I raised my head and looked away from him. "Elijah, if you had really loved me, from the moment you opened your eyes and tore my clothes that day, you would have known I wasn't the one who drugged you.