When my 14-year-old daughter came home pushing a stroller with two newborn babies inside, I thought I’d seen everything life could throw at me. I was wrong. Ten years later, a single phone call from a lawyer would change everything — and reveal a secret worth millions.
Looking back, maybe I should’ve known something extraordinary was coming. Savannah was never like other kids her age. While her friends obsessed over music and makeup, she spent her nights praying softly behind her bedroom door.
“God, please send me a baby brother or sister,” she’d whisper. “I’ll take care of them. Just one baby to love.”
Those prayers broke my heart. Mark and I had tried for years to have another child, but after several miscarriages, the doctors told us it would never happen. Savannah never stopped believing anyway.
Then, one chilly autumn afternoon, everything changed.
I was grading art projects when the front door slammed. No cheerful “Mom, I’m home!”—just silence. My chest tightened.
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