“The adoption papers… they’re forged,” I breathed, flipping open the top file. The ink bore my signature, but the name beneath was my own, linking me directly to the trust.
In that moment, the truth settled like ash: the empire I’d built rested on the very blood I’d tried to hide.
Claire whispered, “We’re finally free,” as I pulled the boys into my arms, the terminal walls shaking from the alarm’s echo.
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