Grace's eyes were unnervingly calm, her tone detached as she stated the facts—as if none of it concerned her at all.
Tracy jolted violently, her fingers clenching the white bedsheets until her knuckles turned pale.
Did she always know Gordon was the father? That Elliot was actually her son?
Elliot and Grace had even met before. Had Grace chosen to step aside for her and Gordon?
Tracy stood frozen, her mind reeling.
Grace reached out, her delicate fingers shaking Tracy's slender arm like a leaf in the wind. "Tracy, what's wrong?"
Snapping back to reality, Tracy could only stare in stunned silence. The irony was cruel—the woman she'd once resented for stealing her father was now the biological mother of the son she adored more than anything.
Never had she felt such overwhelming luck,
