“He took you.”
“We searched everywhere,” Danielle said. “For years.”
Her husband, my father, let out a slow breath.
“Now we’ve finally found you.”
Silence stretched.
Then Danielle leaned forward, her voice breaking.
“We never stopped hoping.”
Something inside me shifted.
Not all at once.
But enough.
“We searched everywhere.”
“Will you please come home with us?” Danielle asked, her eyes tearing up.
I wasn’t sure what to say and quickly glanced at Desiree, who nodded her approval.
So, that afternoon, I followed them to their home.
And nothing could’ve prepared me for it.
The house, no, their estate, stretched farther than I could see at first glance. Clean lines. Quiet wealth. The kind that didn’t need to prove anything.
Inside, everything felt calm.
Intentional.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for it.
“This is your home,” Danielle said gently.
I stood there, overwhelmed.
They showed me a hallway.
Then a door.
Then another!
“This entire wing is yours,” Michael said.
