POV ROBERT
After ending the conversation with Timothy, my younger brother, I left the cows behind and started heading towards the main house of the farm. The weight of what I had just discovered hung on my shoulders, and I knew I would face a challenging moment confronting Emma. The truth about my identity was about to be revealed.
Upon entering the house, I found her in the room, immersed in her own thoughts. Emma held the notebook on her lap, with emails open, and the phone in her hand. Her expression was a mix of sadness and frustration.
“Emma, are you okay?” I asked, concern evident in my voice as I approached her. Emma lifted her eyes from the notebook in her lap, and her gaze reflected a mix of sadness and determination.
“Look at this,” was all Emma said, handing me the notebook.
