His father admitted that David had never died.
He had forced him to disappear after discovering that David had secretly donated genetic material to the fertility clinic.
The family had been afraid of scandal.
Afraid of what people would say.
Afraid of the truth.
But there was something his father had never expected.
Years later, that genetic material would be used to help Esther and Michael have a child.
Michael lowered the letter.
So my father knew?
David nodded.
He knew everything.
Esther looked at Michael.
Then none of this was my fault.
Michael turned toward her.
No.
It wasn’t.
He took her hand.
I was wrong.
Esther’s eyes filled with tears.
You didn’t just accuse me.
You looked at our newborn son and decided he wasn’t yours.
I know.
I can’t take those words back.
No.
But you can decide what you do next.
Michael looked at his son.
For the first time, he understood something.
Being a father was never only about DNA.
He had held that baby before the test.
He had promised to protect him.
Then fear had taken over.
And in one terrible moment, he had forgotten every promise he had made.
Michael walked over to Esther.
