Life After Divorce: The Rise Of Elijah Crawford

Chapter 32

Streams of light sneaked through tiny spaces in the window blinds, reflecting on Elijah's face. He lay silently on the bed, with his hands folded behind his head, looking up to the ceiling. He had been in that same position for the past two hours, just deep in thought. So far, he had found two herbs without much hassle. Something told him it wasn't going to be this easy going forward.

The old woman's words kept playing in his ears too. As much as he wanted to disregard them, he knew who he was deep down. How long, before someone else found out?

Elijah's phone began to ring, and he turned toward the direction the sound was coming from.

Reluctantly, he straightened up and grabbed the device on his bed table. "What do you want?" He asked, as soon as he answered the call.

"You should be nicer to people who help you, you know?" An airy voice at the end of the line said.

"Did you send the hooded man last night?" He asked, his face contorting with irritation.

"Why would I do something