Chapter 75

Two hours later, Yanny held Vivian’s hand as she looked at the urn she was cradling.

Vivian’s face was pale as she looked up at the moon and said softly, "Yanny, starting today, you are my daughter. We’re going to live our lives well and carry on Cecily’s wishes.”

Yanny asked in a nasal voice, "What...

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