It wasn't even about whether he could tell her or not anymore. Wouldn't it be easier if he just… didn't? If he never said a word and lived the rest of his life as Jeffrey Daniels? She clearly didn't know who he was—she spoke about Jeffrey Winchester like he was some other man entirely. A stranger.
Liam was wrong. Joanne didn't know.
And maybe that was for the best.
He could stay hidden behind the name he chose. Stay in this life they built together. He'd still see his grandparents through her. That was enough.
No one else needed to know.
Problem solved.
He chose the coward's path.
But still… he was curious.
"So… what will you do if Jeffrey Winchester stood in front of you? What would you say to him? Would you forgive him?" he asked, trying to sound casual, though his heart thundered in his chest.
It was a roundabout way of asking for her forgiveness—one that wouldn't jeopardize what they had now.
Joanne looked at him. Really looked at him.
His eyes betrayed him.
