Chapter 8 - THE LOST IDENTITYDamian sat in the wreckage of his library. He had no fortune, no name, and a father who had been a criminal mastermind.

"Who am I?" he whispered to himself.
Haley walked in and hugged him. "You’re my dad. That’s who you are."
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Maya stepped forward, holding her doll. "And you’re my friend."
Damian realized that while the money was gone, the truth was his to define. He wouldn't be a Morrison. He would be whoever he chose to be.