I knew better than to stick with any of Elizabeth's business. They bring trouble—worse, dragged me in it.
I knew as much—but I couldn't get it off my head.
When I went home to rest and be with Elon, I attempted to occupy my mind. I played with him, talked to Dr. Advani to track Elon's activities and progress, contacted his nutritionist. I did what I usually do when I've got nothing to do but look after Elon.
But it kept bugging me. The way it crept into my chest, I felt like there was something wrong and that I had to confirm it.
Was Elizabeth cheating with Damian? With Ethab, a well-known fashion model?
"Mommy!"
Elon's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked his way and met his gaze, full of confusion.
"I'm sorry, what is it?" I let out a small smile, trying to hide th
