He looked up the corporate headquarters of Little Nests within minutes of the interview ending, and he drove straight to her offices in Back Bay.

Elena refused to let him up.

So he waited on the sidewalk outside her building, in the Boston chill, for three hours.

When she finally walked out through the glass doors, she did not look surprised to see him there.

She had known, he understood, that he would come.

“I saw you on television,” he choked out.

“Elena, I need to know.” “You left because you wanted kids,” she said calmly, wrapping her coat tight against the cold.

“Now you see four, and you think you’re owed answers.” “Are they mine?” Elena clenched her jaw, and something old and painful flashed behind her eyes.