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"How may I assist you?" "Have someone on watch here, around the clock. No unexpected visitors, and keep an eye out for the Laurents." "Got it. We'll be ready in ten." "Just remember, no hurting the innocents. However, if someone barges in." "We know the drill, Ma'am." A couple of days later, the wedding invite landed in my hands. Gold letters danced on the pricey paper, the Laurent crest catching the light. Bruce's and Bella's names were front and center, with a pointed note that I had better show up.

After that, because Caleb's health was poor, I paid extra attention to every little detail and carefully raised him as he grew. He, too, always liked to snuggle in my arms and said, "Dad, I'll definitely repay you properly when I grow up." But three years ago, James entered our family's life as Daisy's junior and assistant. From then on, Daisy came home less and less often. Every time, she complained to me that James made frequent mistakes and was far less competent than I was when I worked at the law firm. Yet again and again, she still went out of her way to stay late and work overtime with him.

“It was Never Personal,you understand?It was about order,compliance “ I nodded slowly, compliance still being the only language I knew. I stood up and walked toward the window, the plush rug soft beneath my bare, dirty feet. The act of movement felt reckless. I glanced at him, noting the way his stance was relaxed, almost paternal. It was a terrifying kind of kindness, one that demanded gratitude for a reduced cage.