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CHAPTER 9: FIRST CONTACT

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CHAPTER 9: FIRST CONTACT

I had rehearsed it a thousand times in my mind. The approach. The words. The calm, controlled tone I would need. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight of him — my father — standing in the glow of his garden lights, serene and untouchable, as if the world were built around him.

Pastor Zondo. My father. My missing link to a life I had only glimpsed in fragments.

I watched from the shadows, heart hammering. Every fiber of my being screamed to run, to storm the g
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