A Night They Would Never Forget
Grant’s mansion, usually cold and cavernous, flickered to life the moment they arrived.
The housekeeper, Mrs. Porter, stared in astonishment as the four tiny guests entered, bundled in blankets.
“These are Ava, June, Lila, and Beth,” Grant announced. “They’re my guests. Prepare hot baths and a warm dinner. Something comforting.”
“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Porter said, already hurrying.
That night, the long dining table—built for twenty but rarely used—saw more life than it had in years.
Four sisters in oversized pajamas devoured spaghetti, roasted chicken, and chocolate ice cream, their eyes bright with wonder and relief.
Grant barely touched his own plate.
He simply watched them, feeling something stir inside his tired chest—something he thought he no longer had space for.
A reason.
A New Mission
The next morning, Grant woke with a clarity he hadn’t felt in months.
He called his long-time attorney, Harold Benton.
“Start the adoption process,” Grant said as soon as Harold entered the room.
Harold froze.
“Grant… adoption? Of four children? With your medical condition? No judge will allow it.”
