Tracy took a deep breath, counting silently in her head. Sixty seconds ticked by painfully slow. Only one thing mattered—she couldn't lose Elliot. If Gordon ever confirmed she wasn't the boy's real mother...
He'd never let her see Elliot again. Not ever again.
"Gordon, I genuinely don't understand what you're implying. Could you at least give me a hint?" She played dumb with wide eyes, while her heart raced. What had gone wrong?
Gordon's steely eyes turned stormy. A hint?
"Tracy." His voice was low and dangerous, simmering with restrained fury. "Who is Elliot's real mother?"
The words struck like a slap. Tracy froze, her blood turning to ice. He knew. Somehow, he'd figured it out.
She bit her lip until it hurt, summoning tears to her eyes—the performance of her life. "Gordon," her vo
