Chapter 92: Fractured Loyalties The small café in Brooklyn Heights was neutral ground — quiet, tucked away from the usual art crowd, with large windows overlooking the East River. Kira arrived early, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped her coffee cup. She hadn’t seen her father face-to-face since the night everything exploded. The public statements, the cold silence, the accusations — all of it hung between them like a blade. Richard Holt arrived ten minutes late, looking older than she remembered. His suit was impeccably tailored as always, but there were dark circles under his eyes and a new heaviness in his shoulders. He sat across from her without a smile. “Kira,” he said, voice rough. “You came.” “I did.” She kept her tone steady. “You said you wanted to talk. So talk.” Richard sta
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