Chapter 6 - Catching the amber rays of the setting sun as identical facial features make denial completely impossible for every cynical observer at the exclusive lakeside gathering.
Outside the tall arched library windows, the sun dipped below the tree line, washing the lake in brilliant shades of violet and gold.
The tallest of the three triplets, Ethan Junior, looked up at his mother and pointed toward a model sailboat resting on the mantel.
"Mom, look. It's just like the one Dad used to carve for us on the porch," the boy said with an innocent, clear voice.
Eleanor gasped softly, covering her mouth with her hand as the exact cadence of her lost son's voice echoed through the room.
It was unmistakable; the way he tilted his chin, the precise pitch of his words, and the curious spark in his bright blue eyes.
No DNA test in the world could fabricate the genetic blueprint stamped so perfectly into the faces of those three young boys.
Eleanor dropped her hand, her posture slumping as the armor of a lifetime of corporate warfare finally melted away into pure grief.
"They have his eyes..." Eleanor whispered, her voice cracking with a vulnerability she had not shown to another human being in decades.
"They have his spirit, too," Clara added softly, watching the formidable billionaire matriarch crumble before her eyes.
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The generational war that Julian thought he had won years ago was suddenly undone by three tiny boys in light blue suits.
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