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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THREE: The Unbroken Wall
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2026-10-11 23:39:35Emma’s POV
The leather portfolio lies open on my kitchen counter.
The white parchment inside bears the embossed gold seal of the United States Embassy in Paris and the sharp, black signature of a French family magistrate.
I read the final clause for the fourth time.
Liam Arthur Carson hereby irrevocably waives all rights to petition for joint custody, parental visitation, or residential oversight under French and international law.
He gave awa
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