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Chloe Bishop sniffled softly. “He... he’s actually my father. But I don’t have anything to do with them anymore, so...”

Her voice trailed off. Some things were simply too painful and complicated to put into words.

Recognizing her distress, Xavier Grayson reached over to a nearby table, picked up a glass of fresh orange juice, and handed it to her.

Chloe Bishop accepted it