That afternoon, Daniel said he had to drive into Hartford for a legal meeting and asked if I could stay with Eli for a few hours.
“Just until dinner,” he said. “He hates being alone.”
Of course, I agreed.
Five minutes after his SUV vanished past the iron gate, I was in the kitchen pouring iced tea when I heard the sound of wheels behind me. I turned, expecting to see Eli where I’d left him.
Instead, he stood up.
The glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the tile.
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