Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce
“I’m going to make you proud, Mommy. Everyone will remember my name.”
I didn’t doubt it for a second.
Elliot was extraordinary. Every teacher, every counselor, every specialist we’d ever seen had said the same thing: his mind worked in ways far beyond his age. At six years old, he was already solving twelfth grade math problems and reading Shakespeare for fun. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to understand the world in all its depth.
He was curious about everything. Philosophical at times. Sometimes even frighteningly intuitive.
I used to wonder if it would be too much to call him a genius—but I’d stopped wondering a long time ago.