Elena's POV
Fear crashed through me as the elevator doors slid shut.
I drew in a shaky breath and dialed Dorian.
"Hey, Elena," his voice came through bright and warm. "How are you?"
"I got the message," I said, my voice tight.
"What?"
"From Minnie," I whispered, gnawing at my nail.
"Oh." Dorian's tone turned ice cold. "I'll get Quentin on the line right now."
"Okay," I said, hanging up.
The elevator dinged open and I stepped out.
Walking into my room, I found Oliver at the table, completely absorbed in his artwork.
"Mommy look!" he shrieked with pure joy. "I'm making a dinisaw."
My heart melted instantly. He'd created this wonky, sweet little creature with his crayons.
"This is the eyes," he announced, pointing proudly.
"These are the eyes," I whispered, running my fingers through his soft hair. Relief flooded through me - my baby was himself again. "It's gorgeous."
I turned to Juniper. "Thank you."
