Chapter 5 - The Envelope in the Locked Drawer
Elias took Sophie home the following afternoon.
After settling her in bed, he called Nora.
He asked for every message, email, and delivery connected to Adelaide during his trip to Singapore.
Nora was silent for several seconds.
“Your mother-in-law told me not to forward personal messages from Dr. Monroe.”
“Margaret is not my employer.”
“She said you had requested it.”
“I did not.”
Nora apologized repeatedly.
Within an hour, she sent him copies of the filtered emails.
Elias opened Adelaide’s first message.
I know we ended badly, but I am pregnant. The baby is yours. I am asking you to contact me when you are ready to discuss what happens next.
The email had been sent two days after their breakup.
Another followed a week later.
I had my first appointment today. Everything looks healthy. I do not expect you to repair our relationship, but our child deserves a father who knows she exists.
Elias stared at the screen until the words blurred.
He had not been abandoned.
Adelaide had reached for him repeatedly.
Someone had made sure he never reached back.
He went downstairs and entered the study.
Sophie followed slowly, wrapped in a blanket.
“What are you looking for?” she asked.
“Something Adelaide sent.”
“The blue envelope?”
Elias turned.
“What blue envelope?”
“Grandma had it.”
“When?”
“Before Christmas. She put it in your desk and told me it was adult business.”
Elias examined the desk.
The bottom drawer was locked.
He found a spare key in the cabinet and opened it.
Inside were old legal documents, several photographs of Rebecca, and a pale-blue envelope.
His name was written across the front in Adelaide’s handwriting.
His hands trembled as he opened it.
The ultrasound image slipped onto the desk.
Beneath it was Adelaide’s letter.
Elias,
I learned today that our baby is healthy. I do not know whether hearing this will make you happy, angry, or afraid.
I wish I could tell you in person.
I wish our last conversation had ended differently.
I am not asking you to choose between this baby and Sophie. I would never ask that. I loved Sophie long before I knew I was carrying her sister.
But I cannot return to a relationship where my love is treated like something that must constantly be tested.
When you are ready to talk about the baby, contact me.
Adelaide
Elias sat down heavily.
Sophie climbed into the chair beside him.
“Is that the baby?”
“Yes.”
“She was tiny.”
“She still is.”
“Are you crying?”
Elias wiped his face.
“Yes.”
“Because you missed her?”
“Because Adelaide tried to tell me, and I wasn’t there.”
Sophie leaned against him.
“Grandma hid it.”
“I know.”
“Are you mad?”
Elias looked at the ultrasound image.
“I am.”
That evening, he asked Margaret to come to the house.
She arrived expecting to check on Sophie.
Instead, she found the blue envelope on the table.
Her face lost its color.
“You opened my desk,” Elias said.
Margaret placed her handbag down carefully.
“I was trying to protect Sophie.”
“You hid the existence of my child.”
“I did not know the baby was yours.”
“You had no right to decide that.”
“Adelaide was taking Rebecca’s place.”
“No one was taking Rebecca’s place.”
“You were replacing my daughter!”
Elias stood.
His anger was quiet, which frightened Margaret more than shouting would have.
“Rebecca died. I loved her, and I will always honor her. But honoring someone who died does not require punishing everyone who is still alive.”
Margaret’s eyes filled with tears.
“You don’t understand what it is like to lose a child.”
“No. But Sophie understands what it is like to lose a mother. And instead of helping her build a larger family, you convinced her that loving Adelaide was a betrayal.”
Margaret shook her head.
“I only wanted things to remain stable.”
“You wanted things to remain frozen.”
He placed the ultrasound photograph against his chest.
“You stole seven months from me. You stole seven months from Sophie. And you left Adelaide to face a pregnancy alone.”
Margaret began to apologize.
Elias stopped her.
“You will not contact Adelaide. You will not visit this house without my permission. Until I know Sophie is safe from your manipulation, you will not be alone with her.”
Margaret looked devastated.
Elias felt no satisfaction.
Setting a boundary could not restore what had been lost.
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But it was the first honest choice he had made in months.
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