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

Tessa stood quietly inside one of the bedrooms.

“My bed was right there,” she said softly. “I had purple curtains.”

Owen walked into the kitchen and rested his hand on the counter.

“Dad burned pancakes here every Saturday,” he said with a faint smile.

After a while, Owen walked back over to me.

“Why did you bring us here?” he asked.