The McKinnley estate buzzed with activity as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the manicured gardens. Inside the grand library, Dad stood before a large oak desk, his expression grave yet determined. Around him, Alex, Riley, and Mason gathered, their faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Dad cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "I’ve called you here because there’s something important we need to discuss," he began, his voice steady. "It’s about your birth parents."
Alex exchanged a glance with Riley, a knot forming in her stomach. The topic of their birth parents had always been shrouded in mystery—a subject rarely broached in their years of growing up in foster care.
"I’ve been searching for answers," Dad continued, his tone measured.
