My siblings mocked me as a “crazy old woman” for adopting a newborn—until they saw the birth certificate and broke down in tears.

mouth pressed into a hard line. Selene was beside her, arms crossed. Orson lingered near the steps, looking as if he wanted to be anywhere else.

The lawyer, a narrow-faced man named Dorian, held a leather folder against his chest.

“What is this?” I asked.

Bellamy did not wait for permission. She pushed past me, and Selene followed.

They barged into my continue reading …