Chapter 69

• Nicholas
• Eliana's palm on my hand was wet; she was already sweating as we went up Sander's porch stairs. It was a pretty decent home with a white picket fence in a pretty cool neighbourhood. After ringing the doorbell, Ellie started shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She could barely look at me, puffing air out through her mouth.
• "Look," I stood in front of her, my back facing the door. Then I placed my finger on her chin, lifting her face, and then softened my gaze.