My brother decided to drop his kids off at my house without even asking—until the day Grandma’s old key finally failed him.

one stopped him.

Then he looked straight at me.

“You don’t deserve to carry our last name.”

The room went silent.

I did not cry.

Then Grandpa stood.

“You think she is not worthy of the family name?” he asked.

Damon produced a short, uneasy laugh. “Someone had to say it.”

Grandpa nodded once.

“Then she’ll carry mine, and everything that comes with it.”

PART 3

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