I Found My Daughter Hiding At A Birthday Party, Asking If She Had To Apologize For Being Scared.
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Chapter 15: The Unwritten Morning
The morning sun poured through the large bay windows of the safe house, washing the hardwood floors in a warm, golden glow that chased away every lingering shadow of the past. Outside, birds chirped in the surrounding oak trees, their natural melodies echoing through the open window with a vibrant, unhurried clarity.
Arthur stood in the center of the spacious kitchen, wearing his light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, preparing breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee and toasted bread filled the air. There was no laundry basket nearby, no ticking clock of corporate anxiety, and no hidden lenses recording his moveme
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