“I’m sorry.”
The apology came out before I’d even decided I owed him one.
“Okay, I’ll see you later. Love you.”
He hadn’t bothered to reply.
“You know how important my job is.”
I’d lowered my phone beside Sophie’s bottle.
Then I noticed the call timer was still running.
Now a woman was laughing.
“She’s always asking when I’ll be home,” Elon said.
“Poor you,” the woman murmured.
He laughed.
It wasn’t the tired laugh I got at home.
This one was easy.
“I just want her to leave me alone.”
My fingers went cold.
The woman said something too quietly for me to catch.
Then Elon answered.
“No, Sierra. She doesn’t suspect anything.”
Sierra.
At least the woman had a name now.
“She’s too busy with the baby. Everything is about the baby.”