Elizabeth POV
It had been a week since Christian left. Seven long days.
He only texted me once since the day he told me to touch myself on camera.
And all I had from him was one text. Just one. I’ll be busy throughout the trip.
At least he bothered to say something this time.
But it didn’t soothe the ache gnawing at me.
I needed to see her. My daughter. The thought had been clawing at me for days, and it wouldn’t let go.
The ache to hold her, to breathe her in, had become unbearable. Christian wasn’t around, and this was my chance. If I didn’t take it now, I didn’t know when I’d get another.
I padded quietly down the stairs, the cool marble chilling my bare feet, the weight of my decision pressing heavier with every step.
Nana stood at the counter, slicing through vegetables with
