"What are you writing?" I ask.
He jumps and closes the laptop fast.
"It's not what you think."
"Then what is it? Because it looks like a denial statement."
He stands up. "I'm exploring options. Trying to figure out what Harper expects."
"By writing exactly what he wants?"
"By understanding what he's asking for!"
"It's three in the morning, Caleb. You've been up all night writing a statement denying your son."
He runs his hands through hair. Exhausted. Desperate.
"I don't know what to do. If I lose the company, I have nothing. No way to support you and Evan. But if I deny him, I lose you both anyway. I'm trying to find a third option and there isn't one."
"So you're actually considering it."
"No! I'm trying to understand what choosing you costs."
"I never asked you to choose! I
