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“You are the legal guardian and trustee,” Susan explained. “The assets are for their future. But there is a specific clause I thought you should see.”
She pointed to a paragraph written in the parents’ own words. It stated, with heartbreaking clarity, that their children were never to be separated. They had anticipated the failures of the system and had pleaded, from beyond the grave, for someone to keep their family together.
That weekend, I drove the kids to the address Susan had given me. It was a small, beige bungalow on the other side of town. As we pulled into the driveway, the car went silent.
“I know this house,” Tessa whispered.
“The swing!” Ruby shrieked, pointing to the backyard.
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