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The television’s pale light washed over Damian’s sharp features as he sat sprawled among his Judgment Day brothers and sister—Finn, JD, Rhea, and Dominik—a rare moment of quiet companionship. Then the doorbell rang, a harsh electronic stab in the dark. He set his drink down with a soft click and crossed the room, his brow already furrowed. Pulling the door open revealed an empty porch, the night air cool and still. His eyes dropped. There, on the welcome mat, sat a small basket. Inside, wrapped in a cream-colored blanket, lay a sleeping infant, so tiny it seemed barely real. A folded note was clipped to the fabric. Damian knelt, the concrete cold against his knees, and read the neat handwriting. It was from Lisa, your mother. She said she was leaving you with him. She said you wer…