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CHAPTER 55

Author: wandering jedi
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-31 15:11:09

Dominic could not remember how fast he was going.

He’s sure that later, fragments would surface. The controlled speed, the way the city lights smeared into lines of white and gold, the steady hum of the engine grounding him when his thoughts threatened to spiral.

But right now, his body moved on instinct alone. Purpose narrowed his vision until there was only one destination.

Michael.

Not the doctor.

Not the quiet, competent presence who had stood in Althea’s orbit after the cliff.

But Michael, the man holding a child in his arms.

A child who did not belong to chance.

The Devereaux complex finally came to his view, the glass and steel reflecting as the sky is already darkening with evening.

To his surprise, security recognized him instantly. No delays. No questions. Doors opened with quiet efficiency, as if the building itself understood the weight of the man approaching.

Dominic suspected that Althea had sent a warning and he further gripped the steering wheel at that thought.

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