Part 3 For a few seconds, I did not understand what I was looking at.
The key sat in the velvet box, silver and simple, with four tiny engraved words catching the auditorium lights. Our First Real Home. My hands started shaking. Cassidy knelt in front of me, still wearing her cap and gown, her dark curls falling over one shoulder. She looked exactly like the six-month-old baby who had…
