After spending hours answering other questions posed by the police, the fact that two more were asked of him in regard to his beloved made the usually collected Elijah snap. His focus, which had been distant, suddenly became razor sharp on Anna and his blank expression suddenly shifted to one of mild annoyance and anger.
"Anna, have you not been listening? Beatrice is dead! She— I found her—" Elijah gasped, pulling in a sharp breath as a sob choked him, the trauma of the evening coming back to him in vivid detail. He squeezed his eyes shut against it, but to no avail as a hand lifted to lightly grip Anna's wrist. Lowering the towel, he turned his face away to hide the shame of his tears.
"I don't know what to do," he murmured, a surprising phrase coming from Elijah who always had a back-up plan.