There is nothing shameful about honest work.” But what disturbed me was the way Elena looked at Vanessa.
Not like a stranger. Like someone she recognized. When I introduced them, Elena said only, “I figured.”
Vanessa tightened her grip around my arm. Before leaving, Elena warned me: “Some things are easier when you know nothing.”
That night, when I mentioned seeing Elena to my mother, Patricia, she immediately tried to shut down the conversation.
Vanessa did the same. The following morning, my aunt Rebecca accidentally revealed why.
“So you never told him?” Then she looked directly at me. “I thought Adrian knew about the pregnancy.”
My entire body went cold. Three weeks after our divorce, Elena had apparently come to my mother’s house in the rain.
She had been pregnant. She had come looking for me. My mother had sent her away.
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