I Raised My Brother’s 3 Orphaned Daughters for 15 Years – Last Week, He Gave Me a Sealed Envelope I Wasn’t Supposed to Open in Front of Them
Jenny looked away halfway through, while Lyra leaned forward, focused. Dora just kept staring at the table.
Then I showed them the legal papers. “This is everything your father rebuilt. Every debt and account. It’s all cleared.”
Lyra picked up a page and scanned it. “Is this… real?”
“Yes.”
“And it’s all in our names?”
“Is this… real?”
I nodded.
Dora finally spoke. “So he just left… fixed everything… and came back with paperwork?”
I sighed.
Jenny pushed her chair back slightly. “I don’t care about the money. Why didn’t he come back sooner?”
That was the question. The one I’d asked myself a hundred different ways in the last hour.
I shook my head. “I don’t have a better answer than what’s in the letter.”
“I don’t care about the money.”
She let out a breath and looked down.
Lyra placed the papers back on the table, neat and controlled.
“We should talk to him.”
Dora looked up at that. “Right now?!”
“Yeah,” Lyra said. “We’ve waited long enough, haven’t we?”
I nodded. “Okay. He’s still outside on the porch.”
“Right now?!”
Lyra stood up and went for the door. “Hi, can you come in?”
We didn’t have to wait for Edwin long, but during that time, no one said anything. I guess we just didn’t know what to say.
A shadow appeared, and the man dusted his shoes before entering.
I looked at my girls, who’d moved to the living room, one more time before I opened the door and found their father standing right there.
We just didn’t know what to say.
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