My narcissistic mother shoved my pregnant wife in a courthouse and laughed—but she had no idea the ruthless attorney behind me was about to change everything.

and unbreakable.

“Hi, baby,” Claire whispered, tracing the infant’s cheek with a trembling finger. “Hi, my sweet girl. We’ve got you. You’re safe.”

I looked down at my daughter. She had Claire’s nose and a fierce, determined little brow. She was a miracle drawn from the rubble of a generational war.

“What are we naming her?” Dr. Aris asked gently.

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