My father thought I had come home as the quiet daughter he could still erase. No badge. No white coat. No title. Perfect. So when he told a stranger, “She quit medicine years ago,” I stayed silent. Until the dean walked over, looked him in the face, and said, “Dr. Rowan is one of the finest surgeons we’ve produced.” That was the first crack. The forged signature was the second.

When he saw me, something flickered across his face.

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Calculation.

His eyes moved over me quickly.

No badge. No white coat.

No visible title.

Then he smiled.

“Amelia,” he said warmly. “There she is.”

My mother whispered, “You made it.”

“I said I would.”

Before she could hug me, my father turned back to the man beside him.

“This is my daughter, Amelia,” Dad said. “Ethan’s older sister.”

The man offered his hand.