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The car door finally swung open under the eager watch of the crowd. A black leather shoe hit the pavement, and a man stooped to emerge.
What was surprising wasn’t just his chiseled, coldly handsome face, but the small child nestled in the crook
of his arm.
The gala was a networking event for high–society elites. No one brought a child. The boy’s presence was jarring. He didn’t seem shy at all, his arm draped over the man’s shoulder as he blinked his big, curious eyes,
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taking in the scene.
My gaze froze.
I recognized that child–I had seen him that night in the underground garage.
