Jace blinked quickly and his voice cracked. “I never could.”
Preston placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You are not going back to the streets. From this moment you stay with us. You have a home now.”
Jace stared at him as if unable to trust his ears. “Are you sure.”
“I am very sure.”
The boy nodded slowly. His eyes shone in a way that remembered hunger and cold nights yet believed in the promise of safety for the first time. And Talia smiled at him with quiet understanding. Her life had been saved by a stranger who refused to remain silent. Now he was no longer a stranger. He was family.
