He flinched, eyes dropping. “That’s not—”
“It is,” I snapped. “She literally tried to bribe you to be a father, and you still couldn’t do it. So don’t lie to me now. Not in this house.”
He sighed and rubbed his face. “I tried to do better, Cade. It just… it took me longer than it should have to get my life together.”
“Eleven years?” I asked. “It took you 11 years to find your way back? Why now?”
He gestured to the envelope. “The trust. I wanted to make sure you knew about it. I wanted to make sure the kids were taken care of.”
“They are taken care of,” I said. “So I’ll ask again. What do you really want?”
His eyes shifted—the same calculating look from my childhood. “I’m not asking for all of it.” His voice softened. “Just some of the trust money. I’m sick, Cade. Really sick. I just need help with medical bills. I thought—”
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