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I was thirty-eight when I pulled that little girl from a burning car on my way home from work. Her parents didn’t make it, and she clung to me like she had no one else. Everyone told me to step back, but she reached for me every time I returned. With no relatives found, I signed the papers and took her home. She became Avery—strong, disciplined, determined. Twenty-five years later, wearing her new badge, she whispered, “Dad… now let me protect you.”

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