“Robert, whatever happened between us, don’t punish David for it. He should still be provided for.”
Robert stared at her for a long moment.
“I was never going to punish David,” he said. “I was going to provide for my family. You turned that into a blood test.”
Then he added,
“The will is being rewritten. Into a trust. You will control none of it.”
Her head snapped up. “You can’t be serious.”
“I have never been more serious.”
She turned to Dave. “Say something.”
Dave looked at her—exhausted, shattered.
“You didn’t just lie to him,” he said. “You made my wife and son pay for it.”
Then he turned to me. “Let’s go.”
We left.
When we got home, Dave went straight to Sam’s room.
Sam had already fallen asleep at my sister’s, and we’d moved him to bed without waking him. Dave stood there for a long time, just watching him.
Then he came back and sat on the couch.
We didn’t speak for a while.
Finally, he said, “I don’t know who I am right now.”
I took his hand. “You are Sam’s dad.”
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