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Where is the Child?
Author: Storybygloria
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Xavier had booked out a small private section of the beach for just them, Amber, Emerald and even Martha. There were a handful of servers, and the soothing rhythm of water folding against the sand.

Amber sat cross-legged on a lounge chair, sipping coconut water through a straw while keeping one eye on Emerald, who was laughing as she ran barefoot across the sand, chasing the foam that washed in and out.

Martha sat beside her, her wrinkled face softening as she watched the little girl. “You know,” she said with a wistful smile, “I had forgotten how beautiful the world looks when you’re not staring at the same four walls.”

Xavier chuckled, flipping a shrimp on the small grill. “You make it sound like I was keeping you prisoner, Martha.”

Martha laughed. “Wasn’t that what you were doing? Locking me up in that fancy apartment like some hidden treasure?”

Amber smirked. “More like a secret weapon. You know how he gets paranoid about everyone’s safety.”

Xavier raised an eyebrow. “And I suppos
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