Katherine’s POV
My heart pounded in my chest.
The room was cold, dimly lit—lined with photos of me. Some I remembered. Some I didn’t even know were taken. Me at Nathan’s graduation. Me leaving a bookstore. Me crying outside my old apartment.
I stepped closer, fingers trembling as I reached for a picture where I was laughing—caught mid-motion. God, I looked… happy. But that smile wasn’t for Jake. He wasn’t even in the frame.
“What is this?” I whispered.
Nanny Sarah’s eyes stayed on me. “This… this is Master Andrew’s truth.”
I turned to her slowly. “Jake,” I corrected. “He goes by Jake now.”
She shook her head. “To you, maybe. But in this house… to me… he’s still Andrew. The lost child no one protected.”
I swallowed hard, nerves tightening like a wire across my spine. “You said he wa
