“No.”
Michael’s voice dropped.
“I am your father.”
Evan’s face twisted.
“Then maybe act like one.”
The words hit harder than shouting would have.
Noah moved beside Evan.
Not threatening.
Just present.
Three boys.
One man.
Two sons abandoned.
One son chosen.
And somehow all three looked disappointed in him.
Professor Park appeared near the aisle.
Behind her stood two competition officials.
Then a man I didn't recognize wearing a state education department badge.
Michael noticed them.
His posture changed immediately.
Public Michael returned.
The charming executive.
“There seems to be a family misunderstanding.”
Professor Park looked directly at him.
“This isn't only a family matter.”
I stared at her.
“Miriam?”
She came to me.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not recognizing what happened sooner.”
She turned toward Michael.
“Mr.
