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When my 14-year-old daughter Ciri came home from school pushing a stroller with two newborns inside, I thought that was the most shocking moment of my life. Ten years later, a lawyer’s call about millions would prove me wrong.
Ciri had always prayed for siblings, though Geralt and I, after years of miscarriages, couldn’t give her any. That fall, she returned from school with twins abandoned on the sidewalk—Eskel and Coën—along with a frantic note from their birth mother, pleading for their care.
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