The next day, filled with equal parts anticipation and dread, we made our way to Attorney Cohen’s office. My hands were clammy with anxiety as I knocked on the heavy oak door. Savannah held my hand tightly, a silent reassurance that echoed the strength she had shown all those years ago.

Mr. Cohen greeted us with a solemn nod and led us into a spacious room lined with shelves of thick legal books. After we settled into our seats, he pulled out a folder thick with documents and laid it in front of us.

“Ms. Masters was a wealthy philanthropist,” he began, adjusting his glasses. “She had no children of her own, but dedicated her life to helping those in need. Gabriel and Grace… they are her biological grandchildren.”