Real father?
The man standing at our doorstep declared himself the true father of my children. “I’m here now—to protect you and the kids,” he said with unwavering resolve. My legs went weak, as if the ground had shifted beneath me. “Why now?” I demanded, a mix of anger and desperation flooding my voice. Jake sighed deeply. “Because Mark knew they’d come after you next. He fought tirelessly to keep you safe from all this.” His words felt like a fragile lifeline amid the storm of chaos.
Real father?
Intent to protect
He stressed that his mission was to shield us from the very enemies Mark had crossed. “You’re not safe here alone. We need to move quickly,” Jake urged, his voice urgent. My instincts screamed to protect my children, yet my trust in him faltered. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I challenged. “Because I loved Mark too. He saved my life, and now I need to save yours,” Jake answered with steady resolve.
Intent To Protect
