it.
Elena did.
Sergio.
Her older brother.
He had traveled from Chicago to help Elena during her high-risk pregnancy.
Alex stared at his mother in disbelief.
“You met Sergio at our wedding.”
Beatrice’s face tightened.
“You knew Elena had a brother.”
“I couldn’t be certain it was him. It was dark.”
Alex shook his head.
“You didn’t care whether you were certain.”
His voice dropped.
“You only needed something that allowed you to believe you were right.”
For once, Beatrice had nothing left to say.
Her shoulders sank.
“I had
