The nannies, therapists, and advisors all operate under his shadow, careful to tread lightly around his daughter’s condition—never challenging, never pushing too far.
If anyone dares, they’re quickly reminded who owns the narrative.
The disruption began subtly.
It started three months ago with the boy’s first appearance—he would linger near the garden, always watching, sometimes leaving small scraps of food by the fence.
Then, two months ago, Lily’s expression shifted for a moment during one of these visits, a flicker of something that no one else saw.
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