Chapter 14: The Birth at Sunrise**
In early summer, as dawn broke pink and golden over the Atlantic, the cottage filled with the fierce, miraculous sound of a newborn's first cry.
Dominic held Elena’s hand, his tears falling onto their joined fingers as the midwife gently placed their daughter onto Elena’s chest. The baby had dark hair and bright, alert hazel eyes.
"Meet your daughter, Dominic," Elena whispered through exhausted, joyful tears.
Dominic leaned down, gently touching the tiny, perfect fingers of his child. The memory of the burning photo in his dark Manhattan office flashed in his mind—not as a haunting trauma, but as the moment his false life had died so his true life could begin.
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"Hello, Grace," Dominic murmured, his voice thick with reverence. "You are safe. I promise."
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