FOR MY THREE DAUGHTERS ONLY Three daughters. The number felt impossible. Dad looked at Vanessa. Then Anna. Then me. His face slowly changed. “No.” Anna whispered: “Apparently yes.” Vanessa shook her head. “No.” Her voice broke. “No more sisters.” For one strange second, despite everything, I almost laughed. Not because it was funny. Because after two days of dead men who were alive, hidden brothers, secret daughters, fake death records, burned houses, stolen ledgers, and underground vaults— another sister somehow felt completely believable. Grant stood behind Anna with my stolen phone still in his hand. Thomas remained somewhere inside the annex. Richard was behind us. Samuel was wounded upstairs. And yet every eye in the room was fixed on that case. Dad stepped toward it. Grant raised the gun. “Don’t.” Dad stopped. Anna turned toward Grant. “He needs to see this.” Grant shook his head. “The case is ours.” Anna’s expression hardened. “Ours?” “You know what I mean.” “No.” She turned fully toward him. “I don’t think I do.” Grant stared at her. Anna continued. “You told me we were opening this archive to expose the network.”
“Yes.” “You told me Evelyn was killed because these people were still hiding.” “She was.” “You told me Mary left evidence that could destroy them.” “She did.” Anna pointed at the case. “Then why are you acting like whatever is inside belongs to you?” Grant’s jaw tightened. “Because we don’t know what it contains.” “That is exactly why Edward should open it.” Grant laughed. “He’s not your father.” Anna’s expression went cold. “I know.” The words hit Dad visibly. But Anna continued. “He was Mary’s husband.” “He raised her daughters.” “He spent decades living inside a lie he didn’t create.” “And unlike you…” She looked at Grant’s gun. “…he isn’t threatening people to control what happens next.” Grant stared at her. Vanessa whispered: “Anna.” Anna looked over. Vanessa’s eyes were wet. “You don’t know him.” Anna said nothing. Vanessa continued. “Grant doesn’t share power.” “He doesn’t share truth.” “He doesn’t share anything unless it benefits him.
” Grant snapped: “Vanessa.” She laughed bitterly. “See?” Then she looked at Anna. “He did it to me for years.” “He made me think every idea was mine.” “Every suspicion.” “Every fight.” “Every time I believed Natalie was trying to take something from me…” Her voice cracked. “…he was standing behind me feeding it.” Grant’s expression darkened. Vanessa continued. “If you think you’re different…” She shook her head. “You’re not.” Anna looked at Grant. For the first time, I saw doubt. Small. But real. Grant noticed too. “Don’t listen to her.” Anna smiled faintly. “That sentence alone makes me want to.” Dad stepped forward. “Anna.” She looked at him. “I don’t expect you to trust me.” “Good.” “But Vanessa is right about one thing.” Grant’s grip tightened. Dad continued. “People who want truth don’t usually point guns at everyone else.”
Grant laughed.
“You really think morality matters now?”
Dad looked at him.
“Yes.”
Grant shook his head.
“That is why Mary kept you out of everything.”
Dad’s face hardened.
“No.”
“It’s why she loved me.”
Grant’s smile disappeared.
Dad continued.
“She knew I would tell her when she was crossing a line.”
Grant said:
“And she hated that.”
“Maybe.”
Dad nodded.
“But she needed it.”
Anna stared at Dad.
The room went quiet again.
Then a voice came from the hallway.
“Open the case.”
Thomas.
Everyone turned.
He appeared in the doorway.
Dust on his clothes.
Blood at his temple.
Gun in his right hand.
Richard froze behind us.
Thomas smiled.
“Family reunion going well?”
Grant turned.
“You took your time.”
Thomas looked at him.
“Put the gun down.”
Grant laughed.
“You first.”
Thomas smiled wider.
“No.”
Anna stepped between them.
“Enough.”
Thomas looked at her.
“You always did have your mother’s timing.”
Anna’s face changed.
“You knew her?”
Thomas laughed.
“I knew Mary before anyone in this room did.”
Dad stared.
“You said that already.”
Thomas looked at him.
“And you still don’t understand what it means.”
Dad’s jaw tightened.
Thomas pointed toward the case.
“Open it.”
Dad said:
“No.”
Thomas raised his gun slightly.
Samuel’s voice suddenly came from behind us.
“Still giving orders, Thomas?”
Everyone turned.
Samuel stood at the entrance to the basement.
Harold and Daniel were holding him upright.
His shirt was soaked with blood.
His face was pale.
But he was standing.
Dad rushed toward him.
“You shouldn’t be down here.”
Samuel smiled weakly.
“I’ve waited thirty years.”
“I’m not missing this.”
Daniel looked furious.
“He refused to stay upstairs.”
Harold muttered:
“He threatened to crawl.”
Samuel looked at Harold.
“I would have.”
Thomas stared at him.
“You should be dead.”
Samuel smiled.
“That makes two of us.”
Thomas’s expression hardened.
Samuel looked toward the case.
Then at Anna.
“So you found it.”
Anna nodded.
Samuel’s eyes moved to the inscription.
FOR MY THREE DAUGHTERS ONLY
His face changed.
Dad noticed.
“You know.”
Samuel said nothing.
Dad stepped closer.
“You know who the third daughter is.”
Samuel closed his eyes.
Thomas laughed softly.
“There it is.”
Dad turned.
“What?”
Thomas looked toward Samuel.
“He’s been waiting for this.”
Samuel opened his eyes.
“Shut up.”
Thomas continued.
“You want to tell him?”
Samuel’s jaw tightened.
Thomas smiled.
“Or should I?”
Dad stared between them.
“Tell me what?”
Samuel whispered:
“Edward…”
Thomas said:
“The third daughter isn’t another hidden child.”
Everybody froze.
I looked at Anna.
Then Vanessa.
Then back at Thomas.
“What?”
Thomas pointed toward the case.
“Mary wasn’t writing to three daughters she gave birth to.”
Dad’s face changed.
“Then who?”
Thomas looked directly at me.
Then at Vanessa.
Then at Anna.
“She was writing to three women she considered daughters.”
Vanessa frowned.
“What does that mean?”
Thomas smiled.
“Open the case.”
Dad stepped forward.
“No more games.”
Thomas shrugged.
“Fine.”
He looked at Vanessa.
“Mary had Anna.”
Then at me.
“She had Natalie.”
Then he paused.
Everyone waited.
Thomas looked at Vanessa.
“And you…”
His smile disappeared.
“…were never Mary’s biological daughter.”
The room exploded.
Vanessa stared at him.
“What?”
Dad shouted:
“NO.”
Thomas laughed.
“You really didn’t know.”
Vanessa stepped backward.
“No.”
Dad moved toward her.
“Don’t listen to him.”
Thomas continued.
“Mary raised you.”
“She loved you.”
“But she did not give birth to you.”
Vanessa’s face collapsed.
“You’re lying.”
Thomas said nothing.
She screamed:
“YOU’RE LYING!”
Dad turned toward him.
“Where are you getting this?”
Thomas nodded toward the vault.
“Birth records.”
“Original ones.”
Dad looked toward Harold.
Harold seemed stunned.
“You knew?”
Harold shook his head.
“No.”
Samuel closed his eyes again.
Dad saw him.
“You did.”
Samuel whispered:
“I knew part of it.”
Vanessa turned toward him.
“Part?”
Samuel looked at her.
His expression softened.
“I knew Mary took in a baby.”
Vanessa stopped breathing.
Dad stared.
“What baby?”
Samuel continued.
“In 1980.”
Dad’s face went white.
The year Vanessa was born.
Samuel whispered:
“There had been an accident.”
“What accident?”
Samuel looked toward Thomas.
Thomas’s expression changed.
Samuel continued.
“A young woman came into Whitmore.”
“Pregnant.”
“Badly injured.”
“She died.”
Vanessa covered her mouth.
Dad whispered:
“And the baby?”
“Survived.”
Dad stared.
“Mary…”
Samuel nodded.
“Mary was working that night.”
Vanessa shook her head.
“No.”
“No.”
“No.”
Samuel continued.
“The child had no stable paperwork.”
“No father listed.”
“No family willing to take responsibility.”
“Mary became attached.”
Dad’s eyes filled with horror.
“You’re saying she just took a child?”
Samuel shook his head.
“Not exactly.”
Thomas laughed.
“Close enough.”
Samuel glared at him.
Dad said:
“Explain.”
Samuel took a painful breath.
“The network was already changing identities.”
“Mary knew.”
“She hated it.”
“But when that baby was about to be sent into a system where nobody even knew her real name…”
Samuel looked at Vanessa.
“She used the same machinery she hated.”
Vanessa cried silently.
Samuel continued.
“She created a birth record.”
“Her name.”
“Your name.”
“Edward’s surname later.”
Dad looked devastated.
“I wasn’t even there?”
“No.”
Samuel shook his head.
“You met Mary after.”
Dad whispered:
“She told me Vanessa’s father abandoned them.”
Samuel nodded.
“That was the story.”
Vanessa stared at Dad.
“You knew I wasn’t yours biologically.”
Dad’s face changed instantly.
“Yes.”
That answer shocked everyone except him.
Vanessa whispered:
“What?”
Dad stepped closer.
“I always knew you weren’t biologically mine.”
Her mouth opened.
He continued.
“Mary told me your father disappeared.”
“I didn’t care.”
“I married her.”
“I chose you.”
Vanessa broke.
Dad grabbed her before she fell.
She sobbed into his chest.
For one moment, all the betrayal disappeared.
All the property.
All the money.
All the lies.
She was just his daughter.
And he was just her father.
Dad whispered:
“You were mine from the day I met you.”
Vanessa cried harder.
“I tried to steal everything from you.”
“I know.”
“I said horrible things.”
“I know.”
“You still—”
Dad pulled back and looked at her.
“Being angry with you doesn’t erase twenty years.”
Vanessa stared.
Dad said:
“You made terrible choices.”
“That doesn’t change what I chose.”
Thomas rolled his eyes.
Samuel looked at him.
“That bother you?”
Thomas said nothing.
Samuel smiled weakly.
“People choosing love over blood always confused you.”
Thomas’s face hardened.
Anna stared at Vanessa.
Then toward the case.
“So the three daughters are us.”
Samuel nodded.
“Yes.”
Anna whispered:
“Mary considered Vanessa her daughter.”
“Yes.”
“She considered Natalie her daughter.”
“Yes.”
“And me…”
Samuel looked at her.
“Even when she was too afraid to say it properly.”
Anna’s face cracked.
She turned away.
For a few seconds, nobody spoke.
Then Grant said:
“Wonderful.”
Everyone looked at him.
He seemed irritated.
“We solved the family therapy portion.”
“Can we open the case?”
Vanessa stared at him.
“You really don’t feel anything, do you?”
Grant laughed.
“Not about this.”
She looked like she had finally seen him clearly.
Not the husband she loved.
Not the man who manipulated her.
Not the man she hoped might still have something good inside.
Just Grant.
Then she said:
“I hate you.”
He shrugged.
“You’ll survive.”
Vanessa smiled faintly.
“I already did.”
His expression changed.
She turned away from him.
That bothered Grant more than anger ever had.
Anna stepped toward the case.
“What do we need?”
Samuel looked at the inscription.
“Three daughters.”
“For what?”
“The lock.”
I frowned.
“There’s another lock?”
Samuel nodded.
“Mary designed the metal case after she moved the archive.”
“How does it open?”
He looked at each of us.
“Three signatures.”
Anna frowned.
“Signatures?”
“Biometric.”
“Blood again?”
Samuel shook his head.
“Thumbprints.”
Vanessa stared.
“Our prints wouldn’t have existed when she built it.”
Samuel smiled weakly.
“Mary updated it.”
“When?”
“Before she died.”
My skin prickled.
“So she had all three?”
“Yes.”
Dad stared at Anna.
“She met you again.”
Anna looked at him.
Samuel nodded.
“Several times.”
Anna’s face changed.
“What?”
She looked at Samuel.
“No.”
“She only met me once.”
Samuel shook his head.
“No.”
“Evelyn told me—”
“Evelyn lied.”
Anna stepped backward.
Samuel continued.
“Mary visited you.”
“You just didn’t know it was her.”
Silence.
Anna’s expression broke.
“When?”
Samuel answered:
“1999.”
“2003.”
“2008.”
“And 2015.”
Anna covered her mouth.
“She came to Colorado?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
Samuel looked toward the case.
“Maybe she did.”
Anna stared.
Samuel said:
“Maybe that’s what’s inside.”
For the first time, Anna seemed frightened to open it.
Dad stepped beside her.
“You don’t have to.”
She looked at him.
“I’ve spent my entire life wanting answers.”
Dad nodded.
“And now?”
She whispered:
“Now I’m scared they’re worse than the questions.”
Dad looked toward the case.
“I know that feeling.”
Anna studied him.
Then asked:
“How do you keep going?”
Dad looked at me.
Then Vanessa.
Then back at her.
“You stop expecting the truth to make the past easier.”
Anna said nothing.
Dad continued.
“You only ask whether it can make the next decision better.”
That seemed to reach her.
She nodded.
Then placed her thumb on the first sensor.
A green light appeared.
I placed mine on the second.
Green.
Vanessa hesitated.
Dad touched her shoulder.
She looked at him.
Then pressed her thumb onto the third.
Green.
The metal case clicked.
Thomas moved.
Daniel immediately aimed at him.
“Don’t.”
Thomas stopped.
Grant raised his gun.
Anna looked at him.
“You shoot anyone, nobody opens this.”
Grant lowered it slightly.
Anna lifted the lid.
Inside were three envelopes.
One labeled:
ANNA
One:
VANESSA
One:
NATALIE
And beneath them—
a fourth envelope.
Dad saw it.
His name.
EDWARD
He stopped breathing.
Anna took her envelope.
Vanessa took hers.
I took mine.
Dad stared at his.
Then picked it up.
Samuel whispered:
“She knew you’d be there.”
Dad didn’t answer.
There was also a small cassette recorder in the center of the case.
And a key.
Not brass.
Black.
Modern.
Attached to a tag.
LOCKER 214 — UNION STATION
Daniel frowned.
“Train station?”
Harold whispered:
“There hasn’t been a Union Station here in twenty years.”
Richard suddenly stepped forward.
“There was one in Chicago.”
Everyone turned.
“How do you know?”
He stared at the key.
“Because we used lockers there.”
Thomas’s face changed.
Richard saw.
“So did you.”
Thomas said nothing.
Dad looked at the letters.
“Which first?”
Anna held hers.
“Together.”
Vanessa nodded.
I did too.
We opened them.
Mine contained one page.
Mom’s handwriting.
My throat closed instantly.
Natalie, if you are reading this, then you know more about me than I ever wanted you to know.
I kept reading.
You were the child I believed I had saved from all of this.
My stomach tightened.
Then:
I was wrong.
I froze.
Dad noticed.
“What?”
I couldn’t answer.
Vanessa was already crying over hers.
Anna had gone completely still.
Dad opened his.
His face changed as he read.
Then he whispered:
“No.”
Samuel looked at him.
“What?”
Dad slowly lowered the page.
His hands shook.
He looked at me.
Not Vanessa.
Not Anna.
Me.
“What?”
I asked.
He couldn’t say it.
So I grabbed his letter.
The final paragraph was short.
Edward, there is one truth I could never tell you because I was never completely certain.
My heart began pounding.
Natalie’s birth was not an accident.
I stared.
Then the next line.
Someone chose her before she was born.
I felt cold.
Dad whispered:
“Keep reading.”
I did.
I believed for years that Natalie was simply our daughter.
Then I discovered someone had altered my medical records during pregnancy.
Tests were ordered I never requested.
Blood samples disappeared.
A genetic profile was created.
My hands began shaking.
Anna looked over my shoulder.
Vanessa stopped crying.
Thomas’s expression became unreadable.
Richard whispered:
“No.”
Dad looked at him.
“You know what this means.”
Richard shook his head.
But he did.
I kept reading.
Natalie was selected because of her bloodline.
The room went silent.
I looked at Dad.
“What bloodline?”
He shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
Samuel stared at the letter.
Then whispered:
“Oh God.”
Dad turned.
“What?”
Samuel’s face had gone completely white.
“What?”
Samuel looked at me.
Then at Dad.
Then toward Thomas.
Thomas already knew.
I saw it in his face.
Dad saw it too.
He stepped toward Thomas.
“What bloodline?”
Thomas smiled faintly.
“Mary really didn’t tell you.”
Dad grabbed him by the shirt.
“WHAT BLOODLINE?”
Thomas looked directly at me.
Then said:
“Samuel’s.”
Nobody moved.
Dad released him.
I stared.
“What?”
Thomas continued.
“Natalie wasn’t selected because of Mary.”
He looked at Dad.
“She was selected because of you.”
Dad whispered:
“Why me?”
Thomas smiled.
“Because your family was part of the original program.”
Daniel frowned.
“What program?”
Thomas glanced toward the cassette recorder.
“That’s what the tape explains.”
Anna grabbed it.
Richard shouted:
“DON’T.”
Everyone turned.
Richard looked terrified.
Not nervous.
Terrified.
Anna stared at him.
“Why?”
Richard stepped backward.
“Because Mary didn’t make that recording.”
Dad looked at the recorder.
“Then who did?”
Richard whispered:
“Your mother.”
Dad froze.
“My mother died decades before cassette recorders like this were common.”
Richard shook his head.
“I don’t mean Edward’s mother.”
He looked at me.
“I mean Natalie’s.”
The room went completely silent.
Dad stared at him.
Then at me.
I felt sick.
“My mother is Mary.”
Richard slowly shook his head.
“No.”
Dad lunged.
Samuel shouted:
“EDWARD!”
Dad grabbed Richard.
“You do not get to do this.”
Richard’s voice shook.
“I’m telling you what Mary discovered.”
Dad slammed him against the wall.
“Natalie is my daughter.”
Richard looked at him.
“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”
Dad stopped.
Richard continued.
“I said Mary may not have been the woman who gave birth to her.”
The world disappeared.
I couldn’t hear anything.
Vanessa grabbed my arm.
Anna stared at me.
Dad looked like he had been stabbed.
I whispered:
“No.”
Richard pointed toward my envelope.
“Read the bottom.”
My eyes dropped.
There was one line I had missed.
Written separately beneath Mom’s signature.
If Richard Bell is present when you read this, he will tell you I was not your biological mother.
Everyone froze.
Richard’s face changed.
I kept reading.
He will be telling the truth.
My knees almost gave out.
Dad caught me.
“No.”
I whispered:
“No.”
He held me.
“Natalie.”
I stared at the paper.
Mom.
Not my biological mother.
Dad looked at the letter.
Then Richard.
Then Samuel.
Then Thomas.
“Who gave birth to her?”
Nobody answered.
Dad screamed:
“WHO?”
Thomas smiled.
Samuel closed his eyes.
And Anna suddenly dropped her letter.
Dad turned.
“What?”
Anna looked at me.
Her face had gone completely white.
“What does yours say?”
I asked.
She couldn’t speak.
I picked it up.
Halfway down the page, one sentence had been underlined twice.
Anna, Natalie is not only your sister.
I stopped.
The next sentence made no sense.
I read it again.
Then again.
She is your daughter.
The paper slipped from my hand.
Anna stared at me.
I stared back.
Dad whispered:
“No.”
Vanessa covered her mouth.
Grant lowered his gun without realizing it.
Even Thomas stopped smiling.
Anna shook her head.
“That’s impossible.”
I whispered:
“I’m younger than you.”
Samuel looked at Anna.
His face filled with horror.
Anna grabbed him.
“What does it mean?”
Samuel said nothing.
“WHAT DOES IT MEAN?”
He whispered:
“You were pregnant.”
Anna froze.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Seventeen.”
Anna stepped backward.
“No.”
“You don’t remember because—”
She slapped him.
Hard.
Samuel nearly fell.
Daniel caught him.
Anna screamed:
“I WAS NEVER PREGNANT!”
Samuel’s eyes filled with tears.
“You were.”
Anna shook her head violently.
“No.”
Thomas whispered:
“She doesn’t remember.”
Dad looked at him.
“Why?”
Thomas stared at Anna.
“Because they made sure she wouldn’t.”
The room became silent.
Anna’s voice was barely audible.
“Who?”
Thomas looked toward Richard.
Richard looked away.
Then Thomas answered:
“The program.”
Anna whispered:
“What program?”
Thomas pointed toward the cassette.
“The one that started before Mary.”
“The one Edward’s mother discovered.”
“The one Evelyn spent her life hiding you from.”
“The one that selected Natalie before she was born.”
Dad stared.
Then Thomas said:
“It wasn’t about money.”
“It was never really about money.”
“The fraud paid for it.”
“The false identities protected it.”
“The fake deaths hid the people involved.”
Daniel whispered:
“What was it?”
Thomas looked at me.
Then Anna.
And answered:
“A private genetics program.”
Nobody moved.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Thomas continued.
“They tracked families.”
“Bloodlines.”
“Diseases.”
“Intelligence.”
“Longevity.”
“Psychological traits.”
Richard snapped:
“Stop.”
Thomas ignored him.
“They needed children whose existence could be altered on paper.”
“Babies who could disappear into another family.”
“Children whose medical records could be controlled.”
Dad’s hands curled into fists.
“And Natalie?”
Thomas looked at me.
“She was one of them.”
Dad lunged.
Daniel and Harold grabbed him.
“You touch my daughter—”
Thomas shouted:
“I DIDN’T CREATE IT!”
Dad fought against them.
“WHO DID?”
Thomas pointed toward the cassette recorder.
“Ask the woman on the tape.”
Anna stared at it.
Her hands shook.
She pressed PLAY.
Static.
Then a woman’s voice.
Old recording.
Calm.
Professional.
“Case designation N-17.”
My stomach dropped.
The voice continued.
“Maternal subject: Anna Evelyn Vale.”
Anna gasped.
“Paternal subject…”
Static swallowed the next words.
Dad leaned closer.
The tape crackled.
Then the voice returned.
“…pregnancy confirmed at seventeen weeks.”
Anna collapsed into a chair.
I stared at her.
She stared at me.
The tape continued.
“Infant reassignment approved following delivery.”
Dad whispered:
“Reassignment?”
Richard looked sick.
The woman continued.
“Receiving guardian: Mary Cole.”
Dad stopped breathing.
My entire childhood suddenly felt like a room where someone had removed the floor.
Mary raised me.
Loved me.
Protected me.
But she had received me.
I looked at Anna.
My sister.
My mother.
Neither of us could understand how both could be true.
Then the recording continued.
“Paternal identity classified.”
Static.
Daniel leaned toward the machine.
“Can we clean this up?”
Samuel whispered:
“Not here.”
The tape continued.
One final sentence emerged clearly.
“Subject N-17 must never be allowed contact with biological father.”
Dad looked at Thomas.
“Why?”
Thomas’s face had gone pale.
For the first time, he didn’t answer immediately.
Anna stood slowly.
“You know who he is.”
Thomas said nothing.
“You know.”
She stepped toward him.
“WHO IS NATALIE’S FATHER?”
Thomas looked toward Grant.
Then Richard.
Then Samuel.
Finally, he looked at Dad.
And whispered:
“If I tell you, everything changes.”
Dad’s face hardened.
“It already has.”
Thomas stared at me.
Then said:
“Her father is still alive.”
I felt cold.
Anna grabbed my hand.
Thomas continued:
“And he’s been closer to Natalie than any of you realize.”
Dad stepped forward.
“Who?”
Thomas opened his mouth.
Before he could answer—
A gunshot exploded from the hallway.
Thomas jerked.
Blood appeared across his shoulder.
Everyone screamed.
Daniel pulled us down.
A second bullet shattered the vault light.
Darkness swallowed half the room.
Someone shouted:
“MOVE!”
Grant ran.
Richard disappeared behind the metal door.
Anna pulled me down beside Vanessa.
Dad crawled toward Thomas.
“Who shot?”
Daniel shouted.
No answer.
Then another voice came from the darkness.
A voice I recognized.
Dad recognized it too.
We all did.
Because we had heard it countless times over the last two days.
Calm.
Friendly.
Trustworthy.
Harold Pike’s voice.
Except Harold was kneeling beside us.
And the voice was coming from the hallway.
“Edward.”
Dad slowly looked toward the darkness.
Harold whispered:
“That isn’t me.”
The voice laughed.
Then a man stepped into the emergency light.
He looked almost exactly like Harold.
Same height.
Same eyes.
Same face.
Older.
Harder.
Dad stared.
Harold looked like he had seen a ghost.
“No.”
The man smiled.
“Hello, brother.”
Harold stopped breathing.
Dad looked between them.
Another hidden sibling.
Another lie.
The man raised his gun.
Then looked directly at me.
His expression changed.
Not surprise.
Recognition.
Like he had known me my entire life.
And he said:
“Natalie.”
“My daughter.”
TO BE CONTINUED — PART 14
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