Caleb’s POV
“Are you positive this is what you want, son?” Patrick asked, emphasizing son with more fervor than necessary. As the waiter collected the empty plates of appetizer, he stared at me with a sad glint in his glossy brown eyes, and my heart sank into my stomach, both understanding if I went through with this film and the revelation of my identity, this would be the last time we’d be father and son in public. He waited until we were alone to continue, lacing his fingers as he leaned forward on the table. “Being the son of a serial killer has fewer perks than being the son of an award-winning director.”
With a heavy heart, I forced a smile, lifting my wine glass to him. “This isn’t the end for us, Patrick. Caleb will always live on in us and our work, even if I don’t carry his nam
