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hands. “This is real,” she whispered.
I pulled them both close to me.
“You were always going to be okay,” I told them softly. “With or without an inheritance. You had each other. And you had me.”
Ethan smiled. “Now we can pay for college. We can fix the roof on the house. And we can take care of you the way you took care of us.”
That evening, the three continue reading …
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