"omg For three years, my daughter drew the same faceless father in every picture—until a bullet nearly killed me and forced me to finally tell her who I was.
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Chapter 29 / 30
Chapter 29 - The Most Beautiful Picture On a warm autumn afternoon, Lily ran across the lawn.
Her dark curls bounced in the wind.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
She climbed the porch steps carrying a sheet of paper.
Adrian took it.
He stopped breathing.
It showed a white farmhouse.
A red roof.
A golden puppy.
A green lawn.
A bright yellow sun.
Three people stood in the center.
Sarah.
Lily.
And Adrian.
This time, the man's face was complete.
Dark hair.
Dark eyes.
A wide smile.
Tiny brown dots of stubble.
Lily pointed proudly.
“I drew you, Daddy.”
Adrian swallowed.
“You really did.”
“I put your face on.”
Sarah covered her mouth.
Adrian pulled Lily into his arms.
His daughter laughed.
He hugged Sarah too.
For a moment, the world disappeared.
No mob.
No bullets.
No Volkov.
No empire.
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Just three people beneath the autumn sun.
And a heart that was still beating.
