“We believe the inheritance should be split evenly, but my main focus is more on Ava and Diane (one of our other grandkids),” my husband said.
Tom looked surprised and angry. “She’s not even mine! And Tim is my only son, so he deserves to inherit more than Ava! Plus, Mia was a party girl before we got together. Everyone knew it!”
“Tom,” I snapped, “you need to stop.”
“She’s just a bastard,” he said louder, not bothered if his daughter could hear.
Gary stood up. I hadn’t seen him move that quickly in months. “You will not speak about her that way in my house!”
“Oh, come on, Dad,” Tom mocked. “You’re really going to leave my son with less so some random girl you pity can get a slice?!”
“She’s not some random girl,” Gary complained. “She’s your daughter, and she’s more of a human being than you’ve been in years!”
“Why don’t we settle this with a DNA test? You’re all so sure she’s mine. Let’s see it in writing.”
“Fine,” she said, standing in the hallway. Her hands were trembling. “Let’s do the test.”
Tom twinkled. “What?”
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