The twins were born a week later — two healthy girls with Ethan’s green eyes and my nose. I named them Lily and Grace.
Veronica never came back. The last I heard, she and Mike were caught up in some fraud investigation in another state. I don’t care anymore because she’s no longer part of my story.
But my dad is. Ethan is. And my girls are.
When people come at you with greed and cruelty, stand your ground. Sometimes, love does more than heal; it protects.
My dad gave me more than a house. He gave me security, hope, and the courage to fight for myself.
He didn’t just leave me a deed. He left me the ending of one story and the beginning of another.
