Sealed with yellowed tape that had clearly been sitting somewhere for years.
Cade took it slowly.
His hands were shaking.
He didn’t want his father inside the house, but he also didn’t want the neighbors watching the scene unfold on the porch.
So he stepped aside.
The man walked in awkwardly, glancing around the living room.
Photos of the boys covered the walls.
“They look… good,” he muttered.
Cade didn’t respond.
“What’s in the envelope?”
“You should read it,” his father said.
Cade carefully peeled back the brittle tape.
Inside were legal documents and a letter.
He recognized his mother’s handwriting immediately.
The letter was addressed to James.
I’m sick, she had written.
And I don’t think I’m going to make it.
She explained that she had placed the inheritance from her grandmother into a trust for the triplets.
The money could only be used for their care and future.
And it could only be accessed by their legal guardian.
At the end of the letter, she wrote something that made Cade’s chest tighten.
You walked away from us, but these boys will need you after I’m gone.
Please take care of our children.
Cade folded the letter slowly.
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