Five years later, in Malapi, a phone rang sharply through the morning hush.Jacklyn, hurrying the little one down the stairs, tilted her head to answer. She switched smoothly into the local dialect, rattling off a string of instructions before guiding the child to the dining table."Theo, eat your breakfast first, then go practice the piano. Uncle Liam's dropping by later to check on you."Theodore Stinson, delicate as a porcelain doll, quietly nibbled his sandwich and gave a small nod. "Got it."Jacklyn pressed a loud kiss to the top of his head, then ruffled his hair. "Be good, sweetheart. I'll be back after my meeting."The past five years hadn't gone to waste. She'd raised that warm little bundle she used to cradle into the boy sitting before her. And somewhere along the way, she'd made her old dreams come true.She got her start in Abel's studio, slowly building experience and connections. With a strong track record to back her, she eventually launched her own brand, Odore.
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