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Chapter 60 New Dawn, New Shadows

Author: GloryWrites
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Sebastian

The family has settled into new evening routines.

Jackson has his bath with Asher while Emmeline naps on the couch, hand resting protectively on her belly.

Caterina’s still here at Emmeline’s insistence, and can usually be found reading in the garden.

I’m in my office, going through the files I've been compiling for my new FBI role.

The corruption case we've built against Morrison is just the tip of the iceberg.

The more I dig, the more I find evidence of international connections, money laundering operations that span continents, political corruption that reaches levels I've never imagined.

My phone buzzes with a text from my new FBI contact.

Can you come in tomorrow? We've discovered something about the Vescari family that changes everything.

I stare at the message, ice forming in my veins.

The Vescari family is supposed to be finished.

I close my eyes, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders.

Just when we think we can have peace, just when Emmeline is
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