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<\/p>\nThe phone rang until it became part of the room. Ethan\u2019s name glowed on the screen, innocent and impossible, while my mother stood across from me with one hand pressed to her mouth as if she could hold back a lifetime of secrets by force. \u201cMom,\u201d I whispered. \u201cTell me what this means.\u201d She did not answer. The baby monitor crackled upstairs. Lily made a soft, sleeping sound, and somehow that tiny noise terrified me more than the letter in my hand. Because Lily was real. Whatever truth had just entered my kitchen, it had arrived too late to spare her. The phone stopped ringing. Then immediately began again. Ethan. My mother finally lowered her hand. Her face looked ten years older. \u201cGrace Harper wasn\u2019t my sister by blood,\u201d she said. I blinked. \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cShe was my foster sister. My parents took her in when she was fifteen. She lived with us until she was twenty-one. We called her family because she was family, but not by blood.\u201d The room shifted under my feet, not collapsing yet, only tilting. \u201cYou let me call her Aunt Grace my whole life.\u201d \u201cShe was your aunt in every way that mattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cAnd Ethan?\u201d My mother closed her eyes. \u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d The phone kept ringing. I answered before I could think. \u201cChloe?\u201d Ethan\u2019s voice came through raw and unsteady. \u201cDid you get a package?\u201d My hand tightened around the letter. \u201cYes.\u201d A silence. Then he said, \u201cSo did I.\u201d My breath caught. \u201cWhat was in yours?\u201d \u201cPhotographs. Hospital papers. A copy of the same letter from my father.\u201d His voice broke slightly on father. \u201cChloe, what the hell is happening?\u201d I looked at my mother. She shook her head, crying silently now. \u201cI don\u2019t know yet,\u201d I said. \u201cIs it true?\u201d \u201cThat you were adopted?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d He inhaled sharply. \u201cThat Grace Harper is connected to your family.\u201d I could have lied. For one cowardly second, I wanted to. Instead I said, \u201cShe was my mother\u2019s foster sister.\u201d The silence that followed was so long I thought the call had dropped. Then Ethan laughed once, but it was not laughter. It was shock wearing a mask.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Vivian knew,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She knew.\u201d His breathing changed. \u201cThe package. The timing. She collapses, and suddenly the truth crawls out of the walls.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Vivian?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside ICU.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shut my eyes.<\/p>\n
Even after everything, his mother lay in a bed between life and death, and the first thing she had done before collapsing was send bombs to our doorsteps.<\/p>\n
Or maybe someone else had.<\/p>\n
A colder thought touched the back of my neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan,\u201d I said slowly, \u201cwho mailed the packages?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed she did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she was at the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had a stroke in the lobby.\u201d He sounded distracted now, mind sharpening. \u201cShe could have mailed them earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr someone else did.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
The baby monitor crackled again.<\/p>\n
Then my doorbell rang.<\/strong><\/p>\n Every muscle in my body locked.<\/p>\n My mother whispered, \u201cDo not open it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cChloe?\u201d Ethan said. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomeone\u2019s at the door.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t open it.\u201d<\/p>\n The bell rang again.<\/p>\n Then came a voice through the wood.<\/p>\n \u201cChloe Harper? My name is Eleanor Park. I was Daniel Chen\u2019s attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n My mother went white.<\/p>\n I held the phone away from my mouth. \u201cDo you know that name?\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded once.<\/p>\n Ethan was speaking urgently in my ear. \u201cChloe, talk to me.\u201d<\/p>\n I walked to the door but kept the chain on.<\/p>\n Through the narrow gap stood a small woman in a charcoal coat, silver hair tucked beneath a rain-dotted hat. She carried a leather briefcase and looked like someone who had spent her life telling the truth only when it became legally unavoidable.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry to come unannounced,\u201d she said. \u201cBut Vivian Chen is in critical condition, and there are instructions that activate under this circumstance.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat instructions?\u201d<\/p>\n Her gaze flicked to the chain, then back to my face.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel Chen left a second letter.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart did something strange.<\/p>\n Ethan went silent on the phone.<\/p>\n Eleanor Park reached into her briefcase and removed a sealed envelope.<\/p>\n On the front, written in faded blue ink, were three words:<\/p>\n For my son.<\/strong><\/p>\n Ethan arrived twenty minutes later in a storm of snow and panic.<\/p>\n He did not knock.<\/p>\n He stopped himself just before entering, as if remembering he no longer had the right to walk into my home.<\/p>\n That restraint hurt.<\/p>\n \u201cCome in,\u201d I said quietly.<\/p>\n He stepped inside, coat dusted white, eyes red from the hospital and whatever hell had opened beneath him. His gaze found Lily\u2019s monitor first, then me, then the sealed letter on my kitchen table.<\/p>\n Eleanor Park sat with perfect posture, hands folded over her briefcase.<\/p>\n \u201cThis letter was to be delivered to you,\u201d she told Ethan, \u201cif Vivian became medically incapacitated or if she attempted to use your adoption records in a legal dispute.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan stared at her. \u201cMy father anticipated that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYour father knew your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n Something passed across Ethan\u2019s face\u2014pain, recognition, shame.<\/p>\n He sat down slowly.<\/p>\n I stood behind the chair opposite him, unable to sit, unable to leave.<\/p>\n Eleanor slid the envelope toward him.<\/p>\n Ethan did not touch it.<\/p>\n \u201cRead it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n He looked up at me.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n The honesty undid something inside me.<\/p>\n Not forgiveness. Not trust.<\/p>\n But the simple fact that fear, spoken plainly, was different from silence.<\/p>\n I sat across from him.<\/p>\n \u201cThen be afraid and read it anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n His mouth trembled once.<\/p>\n Then he opened the letter.<\/p>\n His hands shook as he unfolded the paper.<\/p>\n He read silently at first. His eyes moved line by line, and with every sentence, he seemed to change shape. Grief sharpened him. Confusion hollowed him. Then, slowly, something like wonder broke through.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does it say?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n He swallowed.<\/p>\n \u201cMy biological mother was Grace Harper,\u201d he said. \u201cShe was nineteen. She gave birth at a private clinic outside New Haven.\u201d<\/p>\n My mother made a wounded sound.<\/p>\n \u201cShe was alone?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n Eleanor answered gently. \u201cNot entirely.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan kept reading.<\/p>\n His face suddenly went still.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n He looked at my mother.<\/p>\n \u201cMarian.\u201d<\/p>\n My mother flinched.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou were there.\u201d<\/p>\n All the air left the kitchen.<\/p>\n My mother sat down heavily.<\/p>\n \u201cI was seventeen,\u201d she whispered. \u201cGrace made me swear never to tell anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan looked at her as if she had become a door to the past.<\/p>\n \u201cYou knew she had a baby?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you never knew it was me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d Tears ran down my mother\u2019s face. \u201cShe wouldn\u2019t tell me the adoptive family\u2019s name. She said it was better that way.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n My mother covered her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause the baby\u2019s father was dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n The word settled over the table like ash.<\/p>\n Eleanor Park opened her briefcase and removed a thin folder.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel\u2019s second letter explains that Grace contacted him years later. She had learned the identity of the adoptive family through a clerical mistake. She did not want Ethan back. She only wanted to warn Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan\u2019s voice dropped. \u201cWarn him about what?\u201d<\/p>\n Eleanor hesitated.<\/p>\n Then she said, \u201cYour biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n \u201cWho was he?\u201d<\/p>\n Eleanor looked at Ethan with something close to pity.<\/p>\n \u201cHis name was Victor Lang.\u201d<\/p>\n My mother gasped.<\/p>\n Ethan turned to her. \u201cYou know him?\u201d<\/p>\n My mother nodded, shaking.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was Grace\u2019s professor. Married. Powerful. He ruined her life when she got pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n I remembered the old family stories then, the ones told in fragments. Aunt Grace who moved west. Aunt Grace who never married. Aunt Grace who sent birthday cards but never came for holidays. Aunt Grace whose name made my grandmother quiet.<\/p>\n \u201cShe didn\u2019t abandon him,\u201d my mother said suddenly, looking at Ethan. \u201cShe was terrified. Victor threatened her. He said if she named him, he would have her declared unstable. He said no one would believe her.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan stared at the letter.<\/p>\n \u201cSo she gave me away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe saved you,\u201d Eleanor said. \u201cThat was how Daniel understood it.\u201d<\/p>\n For the first time since I had met him, Ethan looked like a child. Not helpless, not weak, but newly born into a story that had existed without his consent.<\/strong><\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re not related.\u201d<\/p>\n The words came out harshly, desperately.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d my mother said. \u201cNo blood relation between you and Chloe. Grace was my foster sister. Not biological.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan closed his eyes.<\/p>\n I had not realized I was trembling until relief loosened my bones.<\/p>\n Then Eleanor spoke again.<\/p>\n \u201cThere is one more matter.\u201d<\/p>\n Of course there was.<\/p>\n Secrets, I was learning, did not arrive alone. They came carrying relatives.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Ethan asked.<\/p>\n Eleanor\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n \u201cVictor Lang died last month.\u201d<\/p>\n My mother whispered, \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut before his death, he created a trust. It contains a substantial estate. He had no legitimate children.\u201d Eleanor looked at Ethan. \u201cGrace\u2019s son is his only known heir.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan stared.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want his money.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat may be,\u201d Eleanor said. \u201cBut Vivian did.\u201d<\/p>\n The kitchen went silent.<\/p>\n Eleanor continued. \u201cVivian recently discovered the trust through an investigator. She believed that if she controlled your family situation\u2014your daughter, your public image, your custody claim\u2014she could pressure you into claiming the inheritance and place herself as administrator.\u201d<\/p>\n My blood went cold.<\/p>\n \u201cLily,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n Eleanor nodded grimly.<\/p>\n \u201cYour daughter gave Vivian leverage.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan stood so fast the chair scraped the floor.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n His voice was low. Terrible.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d he repeated. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t get to touch Lily. She doesn\u2019t get to touch Chloe. She doesn\u2019t get to turn my daughter into a key.\u201d<\/p>\n Upstairs, Lily began to cry.<\/p>\n Without thinking, both Ethan and I moved.<\/p>\n We stopped at the same time.<\/p>\n Old pain stood between us.<\/p>\n Then I said, \u201cCome with me.\u201d<\/p>\n His eyes widened.<\/p>\n I did not repeat myself.<\/p>\n Together, we climbed the stairs toward our daughter\u2019s crying.<\/p>\n Lily was furious.<\/p>\n Her face had turned bright red, fists punching the air like she had personally been insulted by the entire Chen-Harper bloodline.<\/p>\n Ethan stood beside the crib, uncertain.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s hungry,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll go.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d I lifted Lily carefully. \u201cStay.\u201d<\/p>\n He turned toward the wall while I settled into the rocking chair and adjusted my shirt. I almost laughed. After everything\u2014marriage, divorce, childbirth, courtroom testimony\u2014he was still awkward enough to give me privacy in a room where our child was screaming for dinner.<\/p>\n When Lily latched, the quiet came almost instantly.<\/p>\n Ethan looked over slowly.<\/p>\n His face softened so completely it hurt to see.<\/p>\n \u201cShe knows you,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cShe knows milk.\u201d<\/p>\n He smiled faintly.<\/p>\n For a while, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n Snow tapped the window. Downstairs, Eleanor Park and my mother murmured in low voices over documents that could rearrange Ethan\u2019s past and Lily\u2019s future.<\/p>\n Finally, Ethan said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry I brought danger to your door.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked down at Lily.<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t create Vivian.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. But I let her stand too close to my life.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n He accepted the word.<\/p>\n That mattered.<\/p>\n \u201cI keep thinking about the day with the cake,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n My chest tightened.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI need to.\u201d<\/p>\n I shut my eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought leaving would stop the fighting,\u201d he said. \u201cI thought if I removed myself, the pressure would ease. But I didn\u2019t remove myself. I removed protection from the only person who needed it.\u201d<\/p>\n A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.<\/p>\n \u201cI was so scared,\u201d I said. \u201cWhen I found out I was pregnant, I was happy for about five minutes. Then I imagined Vivian finding out. I imagined her choosing my doctor, my food, the nursery, the name. I imagined you telling me she meant well while I disappeared inch by inch.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan\u2019s face twisted.<\/p>\n \u201cI would have\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d My voice was quiet but firm. \u201cDon\u2019t tell me what you would have done. You know what you did.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n For once, the phrase did not anger me.<\/p>\n Maybe because he did know.<\/p>\n Or maybe because I was too tired to keep holding anger like a knife.<\/p>\n Lily finished nursing and went boneless against me. Ethan reached for the burp cloth before I asked. The gesture was so familiar, so married, that my breath caught.<\/p>\n He noticed.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cStop apologizing for existing in the room.\u201d<\/p>\n A small laugh escaped him.<\/p>\n I handed Lily over.<\/p>\n His hands were ready this time.<\/p>\n He settled her against his shoulder and patted her back with the grave concentration of a surgeon performing a transplant.<\/p>\n Lily burped.<\/p>\n Ethan froze.<\/p>\n I laughed.<\/p>\n He looked offended. \u201cThat was impressive.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe is a genius.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe gets it from you.\u201d<\/p>\n I rolled my eyes, but warmth moved through me against my will.<\/p>\n Then he said, softly, \u201cI don\u2019t want Victor Lang\u2019s money.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe you shouldn\u2019t decide tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want blood money.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen don\u2019t make it yours. Make it useful.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n I shrugged. \u201cGrace suffered because powerful people protected powerful men. Maybe his money can protect women who don\u2019t have anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan stared at me as if I had opened a window.<\/p>\n \u201cA foundation,\u201d he said slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cLegal aid. Medical care. Safe housing. I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n His eyes filled.<\/p>\n \u201cGrace\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Grace Harper Fund.\u201d<\/p>\n Lily slept against him, unaware that an empire of old harm had just been redirected around the curve of her tiny spine.<\/p>\n Ethan sat down on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n \u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n I knew by his tone what was coming.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t ask me to come back.\u201d<\/p>\n He closed his mouth.<\/p>\n Pain crossed his face, but he nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI wasn\u2019t going to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLiar.\u201d<\/p>\n A ghost of a smile.<\/p>\n \u201cRecovering liar.\u201d<\/p>\n That surprised a laugh out of me.<\/p>\n He looked down at Lily.<\/p>\n \u201cI was going to ask for a chance to be consistent.\u201d<\/p>\n The word sat between us.<\/p>\n Not forgiveness.<\/p>\n Not love.<\/p>\n Consistency.<\/p>\n It sounded ordinary.<\/p>\n It sounded impossible.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can have that,\u201d I said. \u201cFor Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cFor Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n Downstairs, Eleanor called us.<\/p>\n The second letter had one final page.<\/p>\n Not for Ethan.<\/p>\n For Vivian.<\/p>\n Eleanor read it aloud in the kitchen, voice flat and clear.<\/p>\n Vivian, if you are hearing this after I am gone, it means you have tried to turn Ethan\u2019s truth into a weapon. I loved you. I failed you. But you must not make our son pay for your fear. Blood did not make him ours. Love did. If you use him, you will lose him.<\/p>\n Ethan stood utterly still.<\/p>\n My mother cried openly.<\/p>\n And I realized, with a strange chill, that Daniel Chen had understood the ending long before any of us reached it.<\/p>\n Vivian woke three days later.<\/p>\n She could not speak at first. The stroke had stolen strength from one side of her body and left her face slightly slack, but her eyes remained sharp.<\/p>\n Too sharp.<\/p>\n Ethan went to see her alone.<\/p>\n I did not ask him to.<\/p>\n I also did not tell him not to.<\/p>\n He texted me before he entered her room.<\/p>\n I\u2019m not going to discuss Lily. I\u2019m only going to tell her I know.<\/p>\n I stared at the message for a long time before replying.<\/p>\n Be careful.<\/p>\n Three minutes later, my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n I\u2019m trying to learn how.<\/p>\n That was Ethan now. Not fixed. Not redeemed by one grand gesture. But trying in visible, measurable ways.<\/p>\n When he came to my apartment that evening, he looked exhausted.<\/p>\n \u201cShe knew about Grace,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n I was folding Lily\u2019s blankets on the couch.<\/p>\n \u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSince I was twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n I stopped.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe found the papers after my father died. He had kept copies. She told me she burned them, but apparently she kept enough to investigate later.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cControl.\u201d He leaned against the wall and rubbed his eyes. \u201cFear. Money. Maybe all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAt first, nothing. Then she wrote.\u201d<\/p>\n He handed me a folded hospital notepad.<\/p>\n The handwriting was jagged, but unmistakably hers.<\/p>\n He is mine.<\/p>\n Three words.<\/p>\n A whole life.<\/p>\n I felt sick.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n Ethan\u2019s eyes lifted to mine.<\/p>\n \u201cI told her I am not property.\u201d<\/p>\n My throat tightened.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI told her I would pay for her medical care. I would make sure she wasn\u2019t abandoned. But she cannot be in my life or Lily\u2019s unless a therapist, a court, and you all agree it is safe.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a lot of people.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI wanted the odds in your favor.\u201d<\/p>\n I almost smiled.<\/p>\n Almost.<\/p>\n \u201cShe cried,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cNot the way she does when she wants something. Really cried.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked down at the blanket in my hands.<\/p>\n \u201cDid it change anything?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n He thought for a moment.<\/p>\n \u201cIt made me sad. It didn\u2019t make me obedient.\u201d<\/p>\n The phone rang until it became part of the room. Ethan\u2019s name glowed on the screen, innocent and impossible, while my mother stood across from me with one hand pressed … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2728,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[21,22,1,5,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2992","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-daily-article","category-reddit-stories","category-story","category-story-daily","category-viral-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2992","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2992"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2992\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2995,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2992\/revisions\/2995"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2728"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2992"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2992"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2992"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\nPart 4 \u2014 The Son Who Was Never Supposed to Know<\/strong><\/h2>\n
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Part 6 \u2014 Vivian Wakes Up and Loses Everything She Tried to Own<\/strong><\/h2>\n
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