I have money now.

Real money.

I’m a senior partner.

I can pay for her school, the best schools, her clothes, a house for the two of you, whatever you need, anything — just let me be her father.

Let me make it right.”

I looked at the wallet in his shaking hand, and then up into his desperate face, and I felt something that surprised me by being almost like pity.

“Lily doesn’t need your money, Mike,” I said gently.