“Are they mine?”
Elena tightened her jaw, old pain flashing through her eyes. “The real question, Alex, is what you’re going to do when you find out the answer.”
He stepped closer. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Elena turned, her voice sharp as a blade. “I tried. I called your law firm twice. I drove out to your mother’s house in Beacon Hill while I was sick with morning sickness. I left a sealed envelope containing an ultrasound photo and a letter. Your name was written on the front.”
Before getting into her hailing cab, she added: “And your mother knew exactly who that envelope was meant for.”
PART 2
That very night, Alex drove directly to his family’s ancestral home in Beacon Hill.
At first, Beatrice denied everything. But as Alex continued questioning her, her explanation began to change.
“Elena was hysterical when she showed up,” Beatrice said smoothly, sipping her tea. “I was protecting your future, Alex. She was trying to trap you into coming back.”
