Chapter 5 - ELAINE’S CRAWL
By Wednesday, desperation stripped Elaine of her arrogance. She showed up at the iron gates of the Ashford estate, screaming that she had a right to see her grandson. The pearl necklace she wore at the hospital was gone, likely pawned to keep her own credit cards from defaulting. I walked down the long gravel driveway, holding my son wrapped in a cashmere blanket. I didn’t open the gate. I just stood there, letting her look at the heir to an empire she could have been part of if she had just possessed an ounce of basic human decency. "He has his mother's nose," I told her quietly through the iron bars, before turning my back and walking away.
