“I was living on the streets when I met Jane,” Tom eventually said, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and resilience. Jane, who had watched the emotions play out on her parents’ faces, could see the initial disgust gradually shift to curiosity as they processed Tom’s words.
Her mother’s question hung in the air with a tone of judgment, revealing the worst of her skepticism. “Yes, I was homeless,” Tom replied, his steady gaze piercing through the walls built by society’s prejudices. “But now, I live with Jane, and our bond grows stronger every day as we navigate life together, even leading to our upcoming marriage.”