“Oh, but I must say,” Jacob remarked, his gaze thoughtful, “that boy has potential. His mannerisms—there’s something distinct about him.”

Franklin nodded, smiling proudly. “Yes, I know. Aaron’s a creative visionary. He has the drive to shine brighter than most.”

Jacob leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly. “Your father clearly had a sharp eye. Where did you find him?”

“In Italy,” Franklin said. “Dad met Aaron there. His aunt was struggling financially, so she sent him ...