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Chapter 19 - THE BEGINNING

Our daughter was born on a bright spring morning.

She had David’s eyes. Elena’s hair. And a strength in her gaze that reminded me of all the women who had come before her.

We named her Lila.

Margaret held her first. Then Elena. Then Clara. Each woman whispered blessings into her tiny ears. Each promised to protect her. To love her. To teach her the truth.

David stood beside me. He held my hand. He watched the women of his family gather around his daughter—protecting her, loving her, passing forward everything they had learned.

"She is so loved," David said, his voice thick with emotion.

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"Because she comes from strong women," I said. "And a father brave enough to build a new world for her."

Later that evening, when the house was quiet, David carried Lila

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