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A Life Turned Upside Down

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Julian’s POV:

As I drove back to my office, my mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each one worse than the last.

The picture of the boy kept flashing in my head his wide brown eyes, the shape of his nose, the faint shadow of something familiar in his expression.

Was it possible?

Could Vanessa be telling the truth, or was this just another one of her twisted games to claw her way back into my life?

When I arrived at the office, Fred was already waiting for me. His face was serious as he held his tablet, likely already compiling information.

I hadn’t even stepped fully into the room before he started.

“Boss, I’ve got my guy working on a background check on Vanessa,” Fred said, following me into my office.

“We’re trying to trace her movements for the past few years. If she’s been living with a kid or has any connection to the boy, we’ll find out soon.”

“Good,” I said, taking off my coat and throwing it over a chair. I sat down behind my desk, but I couldn’t bring myself to focus
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