The questions.
The unfinished voicemail.
Every time she pushed toward the truth, Adrian redirected me.
And I let him.
I will carry that regret.
But I no longer let regret decide what happens next.
Because when Sophie returned to Bellmere after a year away—
thin, frightened, carrying Pauline and a folder full of evidence—
she gave me another chance to choose.
This time—
I chose my daughter. Family
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