(Samuel's POV)
My son.
Not that I particularly wanted to raise Charlie full-time. Autistic kids are exhausting, unpredictable, expensive. But he was mine. My genius son. My mathematical prodigy.
He was supposed to be my redemption. Proof that despite his disability, I was still a good father. That the Daves name meant something.
He was my ticket to polishing my public image and getting the admiration and envy of the rest of the Daves' family.
Instead, he's with Caroline. Being raised by her and that sanctimonious Jason York. My son, living with someone who isn't even his dad.
And all this is because of that b***h Hailey.
I down the rest of my bourbon and stand up. The room spins slightly—I've had too much to drink, but I don't care.
I need to fix this. Need to salvage my life from
