"From now on, you're not the fake son. You're not a b*stard. You're Cade Brennan's son, and I will die before I let anyone hurt you again."Arden cried in my arms for a long time, until he had no strength left, until sleep finally took him.I laid him down gently and pulled the blanket over him. Even in sleep, he looked like a child in distress. His brow was pinched tight, his body curled in on itself, and one hand gripped the edge of the blanket like a lifeline.It was a posture that only came from prolonged abuse, always braced to run, always braced for the next blow.I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him.Fifteen years. I had been searching for fifteen years. Every time I heard a rumor about a trafficked child somewhere, I went. I covered every border town and back road across the region. I had been conned, robbed, and nearly killed, but I never stopped looking.The floating text had quieted down to a few scattered lines.[Fifteen years. This dad finally found his son!
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