He was also extremely wealthy. Old money, investments, property, the whole thing. Suddenly Patricia became obsessed with “protecting the family legacy.”
“We have to think about the family legacy.”
I knew exactly where she was going.
One night Dave came home looking sick. We were in the kitchen. Sam was in the living room building a blanket fort and yelling that a dragon had stolen his socks.
Dave leaned against the counter and said, “Mom talked to Dad.”
I set down the spoon. “About what?”
He rubbed his face. “About Sam.”
I stared at him.
“No.”
He didn’t answer right away, which was answer enough. I said, “Tell me exactly what she said.”
He exhaled. “She thinks Dad should ask for a paternity test.”
I laughed.
Not because it was funny. Because I couldn’t believe she had gone that far. “She says if there’s ever a dispute over the estate-”
I cut him off.
“There won’t be a dispute unless she creates one.”
“I know.”
“No, Dave. Do you? Because she has been accusing me of cheating on you for five years, and now she’s trying to turn it into legal paperwork.”
He looked miserable.
“Dad doesn’t want drama.”
Then he said the part that lit me on fire. “Mom told him that if we refuse, he may want to reconsider the will.”
I just stood there. Then I said, very calmly, “Fine.”
Dave looked up.
“Fine?”
His shoulders dropped in relief, which annoyed me even more. Then I added, “But not just a basic one.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean if your mother wants science, she’s getting science.
Full family matching. The extended panel.”
Dave blinked. “Why?”
Because I was furious.
Because I had nothing to hide. Because some cold instinct in me wanted every ugly little thread dragged into the light. So I said, “Because I’m done being polite.”
He stared at me for a second, then nodded.
“Okay.”
She called me the next day in a voice dipped in honey and said, “I’m so glad you’re being reasonable.”
I said, “Don’t thank me yet.”
The test was done. Then we waited. Patricia treated the wait like she was planning a coronation.
She insisted the results be opened at Sunday dinner. She said Robert deserved to hear everything together “as a family.” She made it an event. When we arrived, she had set the table.
Candles. Silver. Cloth napkins.
Even a silver platter in the center. And on that platter sat the envelope. Dave muttered, “This is insane.”
