"Mom, are you okay?"
Elliot asked, his voice laced with concern.
"No, can't I just spend time with you?"
Elliot was all for it—he nodded enthusiastically.
As Tracy and Elliot emerged from the underground parking garage, Tracy spotted Grace deep in conversation with a mysterious man whose face remained hidden.
Her gaze lingered for just a heartbeat before she deliberately turned away, steering Elliot in the opposite direction.
But Grace's sharp eyes had already caught them—and that little hand clutching Tracy's.
If not for Tracy, her dreams wouldn't lie in ruins.
"I know her. Go on—I'll meet you later," Grace dismissed her companion before striding toward Tracy, her stilettos clicking like gunshots on the pavement.
"Tracy!"
Grace's voice oozed fake sweetness, dripping with forced
