Steven stepped closer, wanted to comfort him, but James took a step back. "No," James said sharply, his voice breaking. He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "All this time, you let me live as someone I wasn't. Samuel Lucas, the heir, the perfect son… but I was never him. I've been James all along."
His chest tightened as another realization struck him like a punch to the gut. His voice dropped to a whisper, full of anguish. "Zinnia," he said, barely audible. "Zinnia has been waiting for James. Searching for James. She never stopped… and all this time, I was right here. I was the person she was waiting for, but I didn't even know."
Tears welled in his eyes, but he blinked them away. He didn't want to cry—not here, not now. He didn't want his parents to see the broken man standing before them. Without another word, he turned and strode toward the door.
"Samuel—" Steven called after him, but James didn't stop.