Chapter 299: Translation

They had to take you back when you were ten because of your birth mother’s family. – Anthony

Chance walked into their room at the Shack expecting to find Rye curled up on the bed. Instead, Michael was laying on a blanket on the floor with a few toys. Rye sat on the bed with the shoebox open and its contents on the bed.

The pink dresser still sat in the corner and held a few outfits for them both. Most of the drawers were filled with toys, clothes and blankets for Micheal. A box of diapers and wipes sat on top.

The ugly green couch sat against a wall and Chance would love to get rid of it. But it was something that Rye would need to do on her own. He couldn’t make her get rid of it. So much had been taken from her over the years by her mom.

And now everything had been taken away by her sister. Her home. Her safety. Her security. Her sense of well-being.

If the ugly couch made her feel better, he would put up with it.

“Hey, Duchess.” Chance said softly as he s