Chapter 85 The Bath

• Agnes
• My hands trembled as I spread peanut butter and strawberry jam across two slices of plain white bread, the smooth, sticky pink surface of the jam gleaming under the kitchen lights. I tried my best just to focus on making the sandwich and nothing else, but the butter knife kept clinking against the counter, betraying the slight shake in my grip.
• I could still feel Elijah’s lips on mine, his hands digging into my waist. It felt as if he had burned holes through the fabric of my clothes with his fingers.