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The park was drenched in the honeyed light of late autumn. Leaves skittered across the path, and the air smelled of damp earth and woodsmoke from a distant chimney. A baby’s coo rose above the rustling branches, soft and carefree. On a weathered bench, you sat with her daughter nestled in her arms, the infant’s tiny fingers curling around a strand of her mother’s hair. It was a picture of peace — stolen, fragile, hard-won. Then the shadow fell. A man’s silhouette blocked the sun, tall and broad-shouldered, his expensive coat brushing against the bench’s edge. Alexander Grey’s grey eyes were fixed on the baby, his jaw tight. The air turned electric. “That’s my child,” he said, voice low and unyielding. you clutched her daughter closer, heart hammering. He didn’t blink…