I made my little sister’s graduation dress—after the ceremony, our parents’ attorney gave me an envelope that revealed a secret they left behind for me.

room.
While she changed, I noticed mail on the counter.
A cream envelope from a law office peeked from the bottom.
I had tossed it aside weeks ago, thinking it was a collection notice again.

“Noah, look!”

Mia, my adopted sister, spun into the kitchen, arms wide, the dress flaring around her knees.
Her face was pure light.

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