AUTHOR'S POVThe meeting room was empty. The elders and directors had left, leaving Gabriel alone with his thoughts. He stood near the window, staring at the city of Seattle sprawling below him, but his eyes weren't really seeing the view.In his hand, he held a worn out photograph.The photo was tattered, its edges torn, and there was a crease in the middle, but the faces in it were still clear. Sera, Lucas, Ethan, Noah. The same photo he had kept in his shirt pocket for years in prison. The same photo that kept him going when everything felt dark.He stared at Sera's face. Her smile, her bright eyes, her curly black hair.He stared at Lucas, Ethan, and Noah. Three boys who grew up without him. Three boys who might not remember his face. Three boys who might have already assumed he was dead.Where were they now?He didn't know. After he was shot and taken away, Sera and his children disappeared. Marcus said they left, but didn't say where. For years, Gabriel tried to find them throug
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