"Is it?" Miles circled the desk, his movements deliberate. "Because until you appeared, Jake was following the path laid out for him. Now suddenly he's talking about 'finding his own way' and 'authentic choices.' Words that sound remarkably like yours."
"Perhaps they're his words too, and he finally found the courage to say them aloud."
Miles studied her for a long moment. "You truly believe you're good for him."
"I believe we're good for each other," Amity corrected. "And I believe your son deserves the chance to choose his own happiness, even if it doesn't align with your corporate strategy."
A tense silence stretched between them until Miles did something unexpected; he laughed, a short, genuine sound that transformed his severe features.
"You remind me of Emma when we first met,"
