David’s confident expression crumbled into bewilderment. He glanced between Alex and me, his mind struggling to process the boy who looked so much like him.
“How… how is this possible?” David stammered, barely above a whisper.
Margaret’s steely gaze flicked from her son to me. The gears in her mind were turning, no doubt plotting her next move. But this wasn’t her moment—it was mine.
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