I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 85
On a crisp morning in October, exactly twenty years after four six-year-old boys walked into a restaurant restroom and changed the course of history, Dominic sat alone on his favorite stone bench in the garden, holding a small photograph of that very first day in Boston. He traced the faces of his sons when they were little, a quiet, peaceful smile touching his lips.
