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Chapter Nine: Wanting In

Author: Opey Lux
last update publish date: 2026-06-13 05:57:16

It was two in the morning and I was still at my desk.

Not working. Not reviewing the injunction files or the A.R. Holdings report or any of the seventeen things my legal team had flagged as urgent. I was sitting in my apartment with my laptop open and a cold cup of coffee beside me, doing the only thing I had been able to do since I got home.

Looking for my son.

There was not much publicly available. Amelia had kept him carefully private — no social media, no school photographs in any searchabl
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