Luka's POV
"Elliot," I called, standing up. "Please stay here for a moment. I need to talk to your mom."
He nodded absently while reaching into Valeria's bag and pulling out a tablet. Within seconds, he had YouTube pulled up and was already engrossed in whatever video he had clicked on. The ease with which he dismissed me stung me, like he couldn't wait for this whole charade to be over.
I grabbed Valeria by the arm and pulled her away roughly.
She stumbled slightly but followed until we were standing beside a tree far enough away that Elliot could not hear us. She finally shrugged away from my grip while rubbing her arm and glared at me with such bitterness I almost took a step back.
"What the f**k is wrong with you?" she hissed. "This is the thanks I get for letting you see your son
