“Mommy said I get the room upstairs with the big window! Grandma said you won’t mind!”
I looked down at him, this child who was seven years old and had no part in any of this, and felt a complicated grief move through me.
“Grandma said this is our new home,” Piper added from behind her brother, clutching a pinecone, pleased with the information. “We won’t have to leave.”
They had told the children.
Not as speculation, not as a possibility, but as a settled fact. They had prepared the children for a life in my house before they had said a single word to me about it.
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