The Truth Comes Out
Jacob knelt before her, gripping her hands. His voice shook with weight.
“You weren’t supposed to find out this way. But I can’t hide anymore.”
Emily’s breath caught.
“I’m not homeless,” he said quietly. “I’m the governor’s son.”
Every memory—the dignity in his voice, the calm strength in his words—suddenly made sense.
She pulled her hands back. “Why? Why deceive me?”
“Because I needed someone who could see me—not my title, not my wealth. Just me. And you did.”
Tears streamed down Emily’s face. The pain of her father’s cruelty mixed with the shock of Jacob’s confession.
“And now?” she whispered.
“Now,” Jacob said, “you come with me.”
