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Cameras waited outside because Isaiah had made sure they would. That morning, he had published a careful article titled, “Billionaire Seeks Recognition of Five Children He Publicly Denied.” No accusations beyond what we could prove. No emotion beyond the facts.
Inside, Daniel looked older but not humbler. His silver hair was perfect. His smile was still a weapon.
“Amara,” he said softly, as if thirty years were just a misunderstanding. “Children.”
“You may address us by our names.”
His face tightened.
Daniel opened his arms.
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