Every page was filled with detailed sketches, diagrams, and handwritten notes. Some were drawings of mechanical parts, others full blueprints of inventions I didn’t recognize. My stepson had been quietly designing things—gadgets, tools, and even what looked like prototypes for school projects. I flipped through page after page, stunned by the level of planning and creativity. Then it clicked. My daughter had recently started a school robotics club and mentioned that someone had been outshining her at competitions. She never said who, only that she felt embarrassed and frustrated. When I saw her name listed as “team collaborator” in one of his project plans, written in small neat letters, I understood what had happened. She must have thought he was trying to overshadow her.