She smiled at that, proud of herself, unaware of how much truth her innocence carried.
“Mom!”
Caleb’s voice broke through my thoughts. He came running from the grass, Elijah close behind him, both grinning. Caleb stopped right beside Myra and caught her small hand. “Mom,” he said proudly, “you like her so much, and she likes you too. Why don’t we make her your daughter and our little sister? Then we can all be family!”
The words landed like sunlight and thunder at once.
Myra gasped, looking from me to Caleb with wide eyes. “Can I really?” she asked, hope flickering across her face.
For a moment, I could almost see it—the picture they painted. Three children laughing together. No boundaries. No secrets. Just warmth. But the thought shattered the moment I lifted my gaze.
Vincent stood
