Chapter 8 - Little Lena Stands Confused Between Two Worlds
For little Lena, the park bench had transformed into the center of a brand new universe she never knew existed.
All her life, it had just been her and her mother moving through quiet suburban towns with whispered rules.
Now she had a father who wore an expensive blue suit, drove a luxury sedan, and looked at her with pure adoration.
“Do we have to move away again, Mommy?” Lena asked, her lower lip trembling slightly with sudden uncertainty.
Clara shook her head, reaching out to stroke her daughter’s dark ponytail with a reassuring, loving smile.
“No, sweetheart. We don't have to run anymore. We’re finally going home,” Clara whispered softly.
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Arthur kissed the top of Lena’s head, his jaw hardening with quiet resolve as he thought about the syndicate.
Whoever had forced his family into hiding for ten years was going to pay a very heavy price under American law.
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