I Adopted Four Brothers and Sisters Who Were About to Be Torn Apart

“There might be ice cream afterward. If everyone behaves.”

We pulled up in front of a small beige bungalow with a maple tree in the front yard.

The entire car became silent.

“I know this house,” Tessa whispered.

“This was our house,” Owen said softly.

“You remember it?” I asked.

All four nodded.