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

But now she only stared at the birth certificate.

Her hand began to tremble.

Selene leaned closer, her frown deepening. “What? What does it say?”

Bellamy’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

Orson stepped forward, his face tight with worry. “Bellamy?”

Dorian adjusted his glasses and peered over her shoulder. His expression shifted from smug certainty to continue reading …