“The trust can only be used for them,” Cade replied.
“And I’m not giving their future to a man who abandoned them in diapers.”
The man took a step closer.
“Wouldn’t it actually be better for them if I was… handled?”
Cade felt something cold settle inside him.
“You’re asking me to pay you to stay away,” he said slowly.
His father nodded.
“When you put it like that… yes.”
For a moment, Cade just stared at him.
All those years he had spent wondering where his father was.
Why he left.
What kind of man he had become.
The answer was standing right in front of him.
He wasn’t a mystery.
He wasn’t even a monster.
Just a small, selfish man looking for an easy way out.
“You know what’s wild?” Cade said quietly.
“When you knocked on that door, I actually thought maybe you came back because you wanted to know how we were doing.”
His father opened his mouth to respond.
But Cade was already walking toward the door.
He opened it wide.
“You can’t have the money,” he said.
“And you don’t get to rewrite this story.”
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