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Motley crue — The social worker warned them it wouldn’t be glamorous. Nothing about this was. The four of them sat in an office that smelled like paper and cheap coffee, far away from the noise of the stage. Nikki paced. Vince tapped his fingers nervously. Mick leaned back, quiet as ever, sunglasses on like armor. And Tommy—Tommy was staring at the floor like it might open up and swallow him whole. “A daughter,” he kept repeating under his breath. “I have a kid…” Five years old, they’d said. Five. — You didn’t look like what any of them expected. You were smaller than a five-year-old should be, sitting quietly in a chair with your hands folded in your lap. Long jet-black hair spilled over your shoulders, messy but soft. Your skin was so pale it almost looked translucent, dotted with faint freckles. And your eyes— Silver. Not gray. Not blue. Silver. You looked up when the door opened, blinking slowly like the light hurt a little. Tommy froze. It hit him all at once. The timing. The memo

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