fragile voice over and over. I had imagined this reunion for years, but never like this.
When we arrived, we rented a car and drove past the estate. From the front, it looked luxurious, but underneath it was falling apart: peeling paint along the sides, neglected gardens, security cameras hanging crooked. Wealth on the surface, chaos beneath.
Marcus contacted local legal counsel while I filed an emergency custody petition, citing interference, concealed location, and possible neglect. My attorneys moved faster than Jason ever expected, because now I could afford the best.
That evening, I watched from across the street as Jason stumbled outside, shouting into his phone. He looked older, thinner, and desperate. Vanessa followed, screaming about creditors and frozen accounts. Their perfect life had collapsed.
Then the front door opened.
Lily stepped onto the porch.
She was eleven now, taller, her hair darker—but I recognized her instantly. She looked
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