Elena’s POV

I step through the door of the penthouse and drop my bag by the sideboard, letting out a long, shuddering breath I didn’t realise I’ve been holding all day. Every part of me aches. My shoulders are tight, my head throbs from the endless meetings, the scrutiny, the constant weight of keeping the twins a secret, of hiding our lives from the world, from Cole, from anyone who might see them and take them away from me. I’m exhausted in a way that goes deeper than tiredness. ...