Isabella's POV.

"Look closely, Isabella. do you see that finger down there? He's right under that one!" Mia screamed frantically in my head.

What?

I looked in the direction she was pointing. Sure enough, I saw a hand.

"Elijah?" I tried to call his name. I was afraid to go over there because I was worried that it was something else down there.

"If you don't reach out, maybe I won't be able to hold on indeed." Elijah had raised bruises all over the backs of his hands.

"There were some unexpected circumstances earlier, so I didn't respond to you. Now I think things are a little more stable." He...