Four weeks of Jay running Dominic's empire like he'd been born to it,smooth shipments, tighter security, even new allies stepping into line. Valerie watched him with a sharp eye but had to admit he was doing what Dominic would've wanted: keeping the empire from bleeding out.Inside the mansion, though, was another war. Elena had been drifting in and out of herself silent, detached, medicated, her body healing but her spirit refusing to accept. The baby, Anya, had been cared for almost entirely by nurses and Valerie, while Elena turned her face to the wall and pretended she didn't hear her cries.
But today was different.
The morning light was soft through the curtains as Elena sat on the edge of her bed, hands slack in her lap. The doctor had encouraged a change in routine"Let her hold the baby, even if she refuses at first. Sometimes the body remembers what the mind denies."
