Chapter 5. Death

Robert Sinclair has never been a saint; I have seen the evidence in too many ways. But I never expected the news I received after that day.

“What?” I had asked in shock.

“You have a son? You have a son with that slut. Well done, Robert. First, you humiliated her in private, and now you want to make it public.”

“It was before I married your mother. Years back, a drunk night with some woman.”

“And you all these years?”

“I didn’t. Until about a year ago.”

I sighed, trying to calm the anger that raged inside of me. “Did Dan know?”

“I told him months ago.”

“How old is this son?”

“Thirty-seven.”

Seven years older than Dan was and older than me by over a decade.

“How did you find out?”

“Received a letter here in the estate from his mother. She claimed to have dumped him in an orphanage. She was sick and wanted to right her wrongs. By the time I was even able to open the damn letter, she had long been dead. Checked the