Elsa's POV
I need to breathe. I need to slow down. The more I push, the more Ryan slips through my fingers. He looks at me now as though I’m some stranger, some burden he has to tolerate, when once I was his everything. And those children, my own blood, my triplets, they hide from me as though I am the monster under their beds. Amelia poisoned them against me, I know it. But tears and fury won’t bring them back. No, no. I have to change my approach. I have to be clever. I cannot scream. I cannot accuse. I cannot show my disdain for those brats, not yet. If I keep pushing, Ryan will throw me out completely, and then Amelia will have won. No. I need another strategy. Caroline, of course! Just the thought of her makes bile rise in my throat. That Beta’s daughter, her little obsession with Ry
