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Chapter XXI: DNA
Marco sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees and combed his fingers through his hair.
The sound of the bedroom door opening elicited no response from his figure, and when light flooded the room behind him, he only gave a dismissible wince at the sudden brightness.
“Marco,” Sofia’s voice came up behind him, her soft hands running up and down his hunched back. “You didn’t sleep at all last night,”
“How could I?” Her husband scoffed at the words, straightening in his place and looking over his shoulder to where his wife sat kneeling behind him. “The reality of me being the enemy kept me up,”
“You don’t know that baby,” She sighed and combed her fingers through his hair. “You don’t know for a fact that you are Aleksander
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