And again—just like yesterday—something softened.
Then it was gone.
He opened the folder.
The room fell silent except for the faint rustle of paper.
—
First page.
Birth certificate.
AVA HAYES.
Father: Daniel Hayes.
Matthew’s fingers tightened.
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And again—just like yesterday—something softened.
Then it was gone.
He opened the folder.
The room fell silent except for the faint rustle of paper.
—
First page.
Birth certificate.
AVA HAYES.
Father: Daniel Hayes.
Matthew’s fingers tightened.
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