blinks, his gaze scanning me from head to toe. When he sees I’m fully intact, he lets out a harsh breath. I continue to rock back and forth. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it,” I cry, tears streaming down my face. Elijah sits down in front of me and pulls me into his arms. “I know, baby. I know. You did so good. So good.” He kisses me on top of my head, and I whisper a little thank you to grandpa. I don’t know how much longer I would have been able to hold on.
