become a father.
And his mother, Beatrice Vance, made sure that fear grew.
At nearly every Sunday dinner at the family home in Beacon Hill, Beatrice brought up grandchildren.
She made comments about Elena’s age.
She questioned how much longer they could afford to wait.
Her words were usually wrapped in politeness, but Elena always understood exactly what they meant.
Alex had grown up believing the Vance family name needed to continue.
Slowly, he stopped seeing his marriage as a partnership.
He began seeing Elena as the reason his future
