I'm not here to threaten anything.
I just want the chance to know my son."
"He is not your son.
He is my grandson.
And you have not been any part of his life for ten years."
"That wasn't my choice."
"It was entirely your choice." I kept my voice level.
"You made your choice when you left a voicemail threatening his mother.
You made it when you told her to destroy evidence.
You made it every year for ten years when you stayed silent."
His jaw tightened.
The smile was gone now.
"I was young.
I made mistakes.
I'm not that person anymore."
"My daughter was seventeen."
"She told me she was eighteen."
"That is not what the timeline says."
A pause.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
He hadn't expected that.
"What timeline?"
