“And I know exactly which twin carries my blood.” Adrian couldn't move. His father's words echoed through the cemetery. For twenty years, Adrian had believed Matteo De Luca was dead. He had attended a funeral. He had stood beside a coffin. He had watched the grave being lowered into the ground. He had spent years carrying anger, grief, and questions that had never been answered. And now the man standing in front of him looked exactly like the father he remembered. Older. More tired. But unmistakably him. “Dad?” Matteo looked at Adrian. “Yes.” Adrian's eyes filled with tears. “No.” He shook his head. “No, you're not my father.” Matteo took a step closer. “I am.” “You died.” “I was supposed to.” “You were murdered.” “I was supposed to be.” Adrian's voice cracked. “I saw your body.” Matteo looked away. “That wasn't me.” Adrian stared at him. “Then whose body was it?” “A man who sacrificed his life so mine could disappear.” Adrian's hands began shaking. “Y
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