“You’re a good father,” the lawyer said gently, “but this isn’t about disrupting Sam’s life. It’s about providing him with a choice, an understanding of his origins. Sometimes, that’s something a child needs, even if they don’t ask for it.”
“Give me the details,” David finally said, his voice low. “I’ll talk to Sam. But no promises.”
“Of course,” the lawyer replied, relieved. “I’ll send you the information right away. Just think about it, Mr. Wallace. Think of Sam’s future.”
David set the phone down, his mind still spinning. He had always known this day might come—the day when Sam would ask questions he didn’t have answers to. The day when the past would come knocking. But now, after all these years, was it really time to open that door?
He ran a hand over his face, wondering if Sam would even want to know.
A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts.
“Yeah?” David called, glancing up as Sam stepped in, fresh from a long day of school.
“Hey, Dad,” Sam said, his expression brightening. “Got a minute?”
David nodded, his heart a little heavier than it had been moments ago. “Of course, kiddo. What’s up?”
David smiled, trying to push aside the weight in his chest. “And what did you come up with?”Continue reading…
