calls.
He would know about the envelope.
He would know she had manipulated his medical information.
He would know she had kept his children from him.
“I kept telling myself I would tell you later.”
Alex stared at her.
“Later?”
His eyes filled with tears.
“When, Mom? After they graduated from college?”
Beatrice had no answer.
There had been no brilliant conspiracy behind the final years of silence.
Only pride.
Fear.
Cowardice.
And a woman so accustomed to controlling her son’s life that admitting she had been wrong became harder
