He gently placed it beside the receipt.
“The house has been transferred back into your names.”
Robert looked bewildered.
“You can’t—”
“I already have.”
“I’ll keep paying for your prescriptions for the next three months.”
“After that…”
“…you’ll be responsible for yourselves.”
Helen’s eyes grew wide.
“You wouldn’t a.ban.don your parents.”
Thomas looked at his children.
Then back at them.
“I learned today that protecting my children isn’t abandoning anyone.”
“It’s finally becoming the father they deserve.”
He stretched out his hands.
Three small hands instantly reached for them.
Rebecca.
