Life After Divorce: The Rise Of Elijah Crawford

Chapter 84

"Hey." He said, for lack of other words to explain.

"Who were you welcoming?" She ignored his intent to change the conversation.

"Uhmm," He scratched his head, wondering how the hell he was supposed to get out of this now. He wasn't the type to lie, but this was not a situation he could tell the truth.

"It's nothing." He said, silently praying she dropped it.

"Okay suit yourself." She shrugged nonchalantly, walking past him to a couch.

In her heart though, she was boiling. She knew what she heard. There was no phone in sight, so he was definitely not on call. First he had enemies everywhere which he always fought off effortlessly, now he was talking to himself like a sicko. Who really was thos Elijah man? She wondered.

It was only when she sat down, and raised up her head, her eyes found what he had been staring at. It definitely was the painting. The last thing her mother painted before she----- She paused on that thought, still not strong enough to ever complete and it. But why