Chapter 146 Mother's Day Makeup

• Agnes
• I rushed toward Elijah, my heart hammering in my chest. Even in the dim light of the entryway, his black eye was startlingly obvious—a dark, angry bruise circling the socket. He was slumped against the door, looking exhausted, but he straightened when he saw me, grimacing slightly from the effort.
• In his arms, I noticed he was clutching a bouquet of red roses, a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and what looked like a card. Despite his obvious pain, he held them out to me like a schoolboy with his first valentine.