Liam was growing faster than I had ever imagined, learning something new every single morning. One day he was struggling to crawl; the next, he was darting across the mansion so quickly that I had to keep a constant eye on him. He had become the life of the house. The once-silent rooms were now filled with cheerful giggles, tiny footsteps, scattered toys, and the innocent laughter of a happy child. Looking at Liam, there was no doubt who his father was. He was the exact image of Daniel—the same sharp nose, the same well-shaped lips, the same thick eyebrows, and eyes that carried that same strange, heavy calmness. Whenever people saw him, they smiled and said, *"That child didn’t even borrow anything from his mother. He’s his father’s complete photocopy."* I never took offense. I just laughed proudly. "My handsome little man." There was one thing, though, that amused me every day: Liam was completely obsessed with his father. No matter how long I carried him throughout the day, the
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