SIR
Emilia’s reaction progresses through sheer disbelief, to stunned shock, and then into a dark, terrifying fury that burns hotter than anything she directed at David.
“He let me bury an empty grave,” she whispers, her voice breaking apart on the words.
“I’m sorry Mom,” Eli says quietly.
She’s quiet for a while before she asks. “W-why now?”
Eli shifts uncomfortably. “He wants me to help him destroy David.”
Eli goes silent, his chest feeling heavy as the terrifying weight of his position presses down on him.
After a long while of silence, Emilia reaches across the wooden table, wrapping her small, thin hands tightly around Eli’s wrists, and forcing him to look directly into her eyes.