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Chapter 55: Can We See Daddy?

Author: Skylark
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-28 03:05:49

“Mama, can we go see Daddy now?”

The question came softly, from the one of the twins, Eliana. Her sister, Zariah, nodded eagerly, eyes wide with innocence. “We want to tell him something.”

Fedora froze at the kitchen sink, dish towel in hand, her heart thudding like a war drum in her chest. She turned slowly, blinking back tears before kneeling to their level.

“What do you want to tell him?” she asked gently.

Eliana whispered, “It’s a secret… but we want him to hear it. Like always.”

Since their first birthday, Fedora had taken them to Langley every year—to the CIA Memorial Wall. It was her way of making sure Judah lived on in their hearts, even if he was nothing but a face in framed photographs and stories etched in her soul. She told them how she met their father—leaving out the painful tale of her posing as a bride-for-hire, and how Judah had made her laugh, protected her, and whispered love like it was a secret only they shared.

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