Chapter 22

My education investment plan, a long-held dream to improve learning for children in remote mountain areas, was finally taking shape. A few days later, over coffee with Peyton, we discussed the project.

“Cole, it’s fascinating,” Peyton mused, “but have you considered the potential backlash? There’s a bias against wealthy people doing charity.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Some might question your motives, accusing you of publicity stunts or image polishing.”

I chuckled. “Peyton, I’m not doing this for anyone but the kids. Every child deserves a chance. If people criticize, let them.”

Peyton nodded thoughtfully. “Good point. But maybe turn it into a foundation? More transparent, attract more resources.”

“That’s a great idea,” I said. My phone rang – Jonas’s school. The teacher’s voice was strained. “Mr. Joplin, please come. We need to discuss Jonas.”

At the school, Jonas sat with his head down, the principal and his teacher looking grave.

“Mr. Joplin,” the principal began, “Jonas has been withdrawn, isolating himself. We’re concerned.”

I turned to Jonas. “Son, is this true?”

He looked up. “Daddy… I just don’t know how to get along with them. They keep asking about Mommy.”

I put a hand on his shoulder. “Jonas, you’ve done nothing wrong. We’re a family, even if it’s just us two.”

“Thank you for your concern,” I told the principal and teacher. “I’ll talk to him. And I hope the school can offer support.”

“Of course,” the principal replied. “We’ll arrange counseling and team-building activities.”

Later, in the park, I asked Jonas softly, “Anything bothering you, son?”

He whispered, “Daddy… am I causing you trouble?”

I pulled him into a hug. “How could you? You’re my treasure.”

He looked up, sadness in his eyes. “Xavier says… if it weren’t for me, you and Mommy wouldn’t have divorced.”

Anger flared. Xavier was still at it! I knelt, looking into Jonas’s eyes. “Jonas, listen. This isn’t your fault. Grown-ups have complicated problems. Mommy and Daddy both love you.”

As he calmed, an idea struck me. “Jonas,” I smiled, “I’m working on something amazing. Helping underprivileged kids. Want to join me? We can deliver school supplies, chat with them…”

Chapter 29