Mark’s shock was palpable, and a silence stretched between us that seemed to engulf the bustling market. Emily, oblivious to the brewing storm, smiled politely at me, but her eyes hinted at the tension she sensed. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, as Jacob looked up at me with innocent curiosity.
“Is he—?” Mark started, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn’t finish the question, but the implication hung heavy in the air. I knew what he was asking, what he was fearing.
“Yes, Mark,” I replied, meeting his gaze with a calm I didn’t quite feel. “This is Jacob, my son.”
