Chapter 37
Julian felt a lump form in his throat. He had come here expecting a battle—a defense of his new life against the old guard. He had expected to have to choose between his parents and his peace. He never expected them to be the ones standing guard at the gate. "I drew plans for her," Julian whispered. "A conservatory. A place of total glass. No locks." Charles smiled—a real, weary smile. "Good. Because that girl doesn't belong in a bunker, Julian. She belongs in the sun. And you... you finally look like a man who isn't afraid to be seen standing next to her." Clara stood up and walked over to Julian, smoothing his hair back just as she had when he was a boy, before the suits and the coldness took over. "You have a second chance, Julian. Most Morettis never get one. We spent our liv
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