Raelynn sat on the plush couch, staring at the faint patterns in the rug beneath her feet. Her mind was racing, each thought louder and more overwhelming than the one before. What on earth had gotten into her mind when she said yes to Elion's offer?
Agreeing to live with him and eventually give up her child felt like signing away a piece of herself. It was the kind of decision that could be seen as a terrible mistake or a brilliant stroke of luck, depending on the perspective.
She took a deep breath, her fingers absently playing with the hem of her sweater. Sure, what Elion offered wasn't conventional. It seemed almost like a way to paint her as a bad mother—someone incapable of raising their own child. But at the same time, it was undeniably a golden opportunity.
