I opened the door and saw him standing there—Tom, the man who had walked out of my life a decade ago, leaving behind his son like an afterthought. He looked older but not necessarily wiser, his suit crisp, his expression unreadable.

Beside him stood a man in a dark suit, briefcase in hand. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what was happening.

“Hello, Clara,” Tom said, his voice carrying that same indifferent tone I remembered all too well. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, keeping my face neutral despite the storm brewing inside me. “Took you long enough.”

Tom didn’t flinch. “I’m here for Adam.” For a second, I thought I had misheard him. “Come again?”

“My lawyer will explain.” He gestured to the man beside him, who cleared his throat and began speaking in a measured, professional tone.

“Mr. Callahan is filing for custody of his biological son, Adam Callahan. We request that he be transferred to his father’s care immediately.”

I let out a short, humorless laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

Tom remained composed. “I have the resources to give Adam a better life. I’ve done well for myself. I can send him to private schools, give him opportunities he wouldn’t have here.”

I stared at him, my stomach twisting into knots. “You abandoned him, Tom. For ten years. And now you think you can just waltz in and take him?”

Tom glanced away for a moment, as if he knew there was no justification for what he’d done. But then he straightened his shoulders. “I made mistakes. I’m here to fix them.”

“No, you’re here because something changed.” My voice was sharp now. “What is this really about?”

His lawyer interjected, “Mr. Callahan has recently come into a sizable inheritance. As Adam is his legal heir, his presence is necessary for certain financial matters.”

And just like that, the pieces clicked into place.

“Oh,” I murmured. “Now I get it.”

Tom frowned. “Clara, it’s not like that.”

“It’s exactly like that,” I shot back. “You don’t want Adam because you love him or because you suddenly realized you should be a father. You want him because you need him to secure your inheritance.”

He sighed. “Look, I’m willing to make this easy. You’ve done a good job raising him, I won’t deny that. But I can provide things you can’t.”

“I provided him a home when you didn’t. I held him when he cried for his father. I stayed up with him through fevers, coached him through school, celebrated every little victory he had. And now you think you can just take him away?”

Tom’s jaw tightened. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to stay calm. “Adam is fourteen. He’s old enough to have a say in this. Have you even talked to him?”

Tom hesitated. “Not yet.”

“Then maybe you should,” I said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the living room. “Because you might not get the response you’re hoping for.”

Tom and his lawyer exchanged glances before stepping inside. I called out to Adam, who came downstairs cautiously, his expression guarded when he saw his father.

“Hey, kid,” Tom said, trying to sound casual. “You’ve grown.”

Adam didn’t respond right away. He studied his father carefully, then his gaze flickered to the lawyer before returning to Tom. “Why are you here?”

Tom exhaled and sat down on the couch. “I want you to come live with me.”

Adam crossed his arms. “Why now?”

Tom hesitated, but Adam had already figured it out. “It’s about money, isn’t it?”

Tom opened his mouth, but Adam cut him off. “You left me. Clara raised me. She’s my mom. You’re just… a stranger.”

My heart swelled with pride and pain all at once. Adam had every right to be angry, but he was calm, composed. Strong.

Tom looked like he had been slapped. “Adam, I know I made mistakes, but—”

“No,” Adam interrupted. “You don’t get to show up after ten years and act like you care. You were supposed to be my dad. But you weren’t.”

Tom’s lawyer cleared his throat. “Legally, Mr. Callahan has grounds—”

“I don’t care about legality,” Adam said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Tom stood, looking at his son as if seeing him for the first time. He seemed smaller now, deflated. He glanced at me, then back at Adam. “You really don’t want to come with me?”

Adam shook his head. “No.”

Tom exhaled slowly, then nodded. “Okay.”

I didn’t expect it to be that easy. “That’s it?”

Tom turned to me. “I could fight this. But I’d lose, wouldn’t I?”

I held his gaze. “Yes.”

He swallowed, nodded once more, and without another word, walked out the door. His lawyer followed, looking somewhat bewildered. I closed the door behind them, locking it for good measure.

Adam turned to me. “That was weird.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and smiled. “Yeah. But you handled it like a champ.”

Adam smirked. “I learned from the best.”

My heart swelled. I pulled him into a tight hug, and for the first time in years, I felt like we had truly closed a chapter.

Tom had walked away once and had come back only when it suited him. But family isn’t about convenience. It’s about love, sacrifice, and showing up when it matters.

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