His hands slide up to cup your face tenderly, his thumbs brushing away tears that have started to spill down your cheeks. "I'm... not who I said I was," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. "My name is actually Michael."

His eyes search yours for any sign that you understand what he's saying, but all you can do is stare back at him, confused and frightened.

"I know, baby," he coos, leaning in to kiss your forehead gently. "And I've loved you since then too." He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a mix of sadness and determination. "But that's why I had to keep running, Chloe. Because if anyone found out the truth about me... they would've locked me up for good." His voice cracks with emotion as he admits, "I was already in trouble with the law before we met."