Then the man turned toward me.
And I recognized him.
Derek.
I didn’t think—I reacted.
“What are you doing here? How dare you speak to him like that?”
Derek sneered.
“I know more than you think.”
He waved wrinkled medical papers.
“I’m sick. I need treatment. Your son’s been helping me. I’m his father.”
I turned to Liam.
“Is this true?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “He found me months ago. He said he was dying. He told me you refused to give him money… that you forced him to steal.”
My heart dropped.
“Did he tell you that the money he stole was from my grandmother—for your future? Did he tell you he wanted to spend it on golf clubs?”
Derek snapped:
