A week later, I delivered two healthy baby girls with Ethan’s green eyes. I named them Lily and Grace.
Now, every night as they sleep beside me, I feel my dad’s presence — in the walls of this house, in the breeze outside the windows, in the love that still surrounds us.
He didn’t just leave behind property. He left me strength, security, and the bravery to stand my ground.
Veronica? She’s nothing more than a bitter memory.
My dad gave me more than a house. He gave me the closing chapter of one painful story… and the first page of a new one.
