When we arrived at William’s funeral, the whispers started immediately. Five children dressed in black stepped beside me, each carrying the Whitmore features no one could ignore. Even strangers could see the resemblance.

Vanessa blocked our path before we reached the coffin. With a cold smile, she mocked our presence and insisted the children had no connection to the family. The cemetery fell silent as everyone watched.

Then Rose stepped forward and quietly said, “He was our grandfather.” Those five words changed everything. Suddenly, people stopped seeing evidence and started seeing children.

Grant turned and looked at them for the first time. Recognition spread across his face as he saw his own eyes, smile, and features staring back at him. Ten years of lies began cracking apart-