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Chapter 1: The Echo in the Glass<\/strong>
\nMy world was a curated sequence of fluorescent hums, cooling fans, and high-fidelity spreadsheets. As a senior risk analyst on the 14th floor of the Vance Global Building, my life was measured in data points and quarterly projections. To my colleagues, I was David\u2014the dependable \u201csuit\u201d with the ironed collars and the quiet demeanor. They saw the spreadsheets; they didn\u2019t see the scar tissue beneath the Egyptian cotton.<\/p>\n

I had fought a grueling, soul-eroding two-year legal battle for joint custody of my seven-year-old son, Leo. The divorce from Marissa had been a tactical retreat that stripped me of my savings, my house, and my pride, leaving me with nothing but my sanity and an unbreakable bond with a boy who looked at me like I was a giant.<\/p>\n

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Marissa had transitioned quickly. She was now living in a sprawling suburban house in Oak Ridge with Chad\u2014a man who looked like he\u2019d been chiseled out of a fitness magazine but possessed the intellectual and emotional depth of a sidewalk puddle.<\/p>\n

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Chapter 1: The Echo in the Glass My world was a curated sequence of fluorescent hums, cooling fans, and high-fidelity spreadsheets. As a senior risk analyst on the 14th floor of the Vance Global Building, my life was measured in data points and quarterly projections. To my colleagues, I was David\u2014the dependable \u201csuit\u201d with the…<\/p>\n

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