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My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, juxtaposed against four pint-sized carbon copies. The gesture—that unconscious habit of dragging my left hand behind my neck whenever I felt cornered or deep in thought—was entirely, uniquely mine. At least, I had always believed it was. / Chapter 9 / 17

Chapter 9 - The First Day of Normal

September arrived with a crisp breeze that rustled the golden leaves lining the streets of Cambridge. For the first time in six years, Clara didn’t have to check the locks twice before going to bed, and she didn’t flinch when a black sedan slowed down near our curb.

At 7:30 AM, the kitchen was a battlefield of spilled cereal, mismatched socks, and frantic energy.

"Julian, where is my blue backpack?" Sebastian yelled, holding one sneaker on his foot while hopping across the hardwood floor. "It's right where you left it, squirt—by the front door," Julian replied with an exaggerated sigh, adjusting his collar in the exact same manner I did before a board meeting.

I leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a slow sip of my coffee while watching Clara pack four identical turkey sandwiches into lunchboxes. She looked relaxed, her hair falling naturally around her shoulders, wearing a simple linen shirt instead of the guarded armor she had worn for years.

"You’re staring," she murmured with a soft smile, not looking up from her work.

"I’m admiring," I corrected, walking over and wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I still can’t believe this is real. That you’re here. That they’re here."

Clara turned in my arms, resting her hands against my chest. "It’s real, Julian. We’re finally safe. But are you ready for the hardest part of all?"

"What’s that?"

"Four six-year-olds entering Boston public kindergarten. May God have mercy on your soul."

Before I could answer, a chorus of tiny footsteps thundered down the hallway.

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

"Come on, Dad! We’re going to be late for our first day!" Leo shouted, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me toward the front door.

As I watched them pile into the back of our SUV—four identical faces pressed against the glass, waving excitedly—I knew that no corporate board meeting or billionaire fortune could ever rival the wealth of this exact moment.

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