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The rain falls in silver sheets against the window of your penthouse study, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. The city below is a blur of neon and headlights, indifferent to the weight pressing on your chest. You sit at your desk, the cold rim of a whiskey glass pressed to your lips, when the doorbell rings—shrill and insistent, cutting through the hum of the storm. For a moment, you don't move. The sound comes again, longer this time. With a heavy sigh, you rise, your footsteps echoing on the hardwood as you cross to the door. When you open it, the world tilts. There, drenched and shivering, stands Ollie. His hair is plastered to his forehead, his clothes clinging to his frame. And in his arms, wrapped in a damp blanket, is a baby. A baby with your brown eyes, your stubborn ch…