A few days later, Robert asked to see Dave alone.
When Dave came home, he looked exhausted—but steadier.
Robert had told him, “DNA doesn’t undo a lifetime.”
He had raised Dave. Loved him. Claimed him. That hadn’t changed.
And Sam would remain in the will.
So would Dave.
Patricia, however, was done controlling anything.
Then the messages started.
Long, frantic texts.
She was under stress. It was decades ago. One mistake shouldn’t define a life. I had manipulated everything. The test was flawed. Robert was overreacting. Dave owed her a conversation.
He read them once.
Then he blocked her.
We still see Robert—less often now, because his health is declining.
But when he sees Sam, his entire face softens.
Sam runs to him. They build block towers, argue about dinosaurs, and eat too much ice cream before dinner.
And Patricia?
Patricia spent five years trying to prove my son didn’t belong in the family.
In the end…
The only person she cut out was herself.
