barely keep food down because of morning sickness. I gave her a sealed envelope. Inside was an ultrasound photograph and a letter.”
Elena’s eyes locked onto his.
“Your name was written across the front.”
Alex felt cold.
Before stepping into a waiting cab, Elena gave him one final sentence.
“And your mother knew exactly who that envelope was for.”
Alex drove to his family’s Beacon Hill home that same evening.
At first, Beatrice claimed she knew nothing.
Then Alex kept questioning her.
Her story began changing.
“Elena was emotional when
