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

something pale and uncomfortable.

Selene snatched the paper from Bellamy’s hand.

At first, she looked irritated. Then the irritation drained from her face. Her eyes moved over the page once, then again, more slowly the second time.

“No,” she whispered.

I stood near the safe, one hand resting against the cool metal door.

Orson reached for the document before continue reading …