Chapter 20. Healing Heartbreaks

Jacob

As I stepped inside the room, Mom’s words echoed in my head.

“Yes, you might have his blood running in your veins, Jacob, but you are our child, do you hear that?” The soft touch of her hands against my cheek—the same touch that had comforted me since childhood—washed over my senses as I recalled the moment I had looked at her, my eyes filled with tears and disgust for myself, “Enzo and I raised you. If there’s anyone you are like, it’s Enzo. You are his carbon copy, Jacob. Enzo sees himself in you—not that bastard who doesn’t even deserve to be called a father.”

My gaze lifted, meeting Evelyn’s tear-filled eyes.

And in that moment, the realization struck me.

“Look at me, Son.” Dad had stood before me, for the first time in years, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. But he hadn’t let them fall—I had had learned it from him, “I don’t have much of an explanation for you. But remember this—even God makes mistakes. And in our case, he took o