He only had the desperate need to know.

Chapter 6 — The Envelope

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” he asked, and even as he said it, he heard how it sounded, the accusation buried in it, as though her silence had been the crime.

Elena turned on him, and her voice went razor-sharp.

“I tried,” she said.

“I called your law firm.

Twice.

I drove out to your mother’s house in Beacon Hill while I was sick with morning sickness, barely able to stand, and I left a sealed envelope.