Millicent's POVKent Henry doesn't leave after one conversation. He returns the next day, this time with a leather briefcase that looks older than I am. He calls ahead, politely, formally, asking if I have time to continue our discussion. Part of me wants to say no, to retreat into the safety of the mansion and the men who love me and pretend my biological father doesn't exist. But another part of me needs to know, so I let him in."I want to show you something," he says, settling into the same chair he occupied yesterday. "Proof, if you will, that my intentions are genuine."He opens the briefcase and begins laying documents on the coffee table between us. Financial statements, property deeds, corporate structures so complex they make my head spin. Page after page of legal language that amounts to one simple truth: Kent Henry is very, very wealthy, and he wants to share it with me."This is my estate," he says, pointing to a summary sheet. "Real estate holdings across seven states,
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