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Elijah's Point of View I stare down at the ringing phone in my hand. Rachel... This is the third time she has called this morning, not to mention the dozen texts she has already sent since last night. I sigh, silencing the phone and putting it down on my desk. I know at some point I will have to speak to her, confront her about everything I have learned, but I don't have the energy to deal with her right now. I try to focus my attention on the work in front of me, but like it has been doing all morning, my thoughts keep drifting. My mind goes back to dinner last night and a small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. I didn't expect Kathryn to invite me to stay for dinner, but I couldn't let the chance to spend some more time with them slip through my fingers. Dinner was simple,