“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

legacy. “It dictates that you are my flesh, my blood, and my daughter,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “In every conceivable metric that matters.”

A blinding, euphoric smile erupted across her face. She launched herself from the bed, her small arms locking around my neck with stunning ferocity.

“I love you, Dad,” she breathed into my collar.

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