I am Jacob Preston. I come from Riverstone, where things are quieter, simpler—and you earn what you keep. My mom, Elera, raised me with stories and strength, and I learned early that books don’t lie to you the way people sometimes do. Now I live in a penthouse I didn’t ask for, with a stepfather who means well and a stepsister who wishes I’d stayed invisible. I’m just trying to find my place without losing the parts of me that matter. I don’t speak often, but when I do—I mean it.