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THE SECRET IN THE FRAME
I opened the wrong door. That was my only crime. I saw Roman Hale - the most powerful man alive - so vulnerable and broken, sitting on the floor of an empty room, crying over a photograph nobody was supposed to see. I tried to vanish as someone who doesn't exist at all, praying he hadn't seen my face, but I was so wrong. Three days later his car was outside my building, he didn't come for an apology or to silence me-he came to cage me. He called it an opportunity. I call it a random for a life that I'm barely holding together What neither of us said out loud was the thing sitting between us every single day -the secret so large it had its own weight, its own breathing room, its own four-year-old face. He's been searching for a son he doesn't know I gave birth to. I've been searching for a child I don't know he's been funding a war to find. We are looking for the same person. And the man who took him from both of us is standing in this house. Smiling.
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