“At least you’re honest.”
“I would have fought too hard.”
“Do you regret adopting us?”
“Never.”
“Do you regret anything?”
“Waiting too long to ask for help.”
Anne rested her head against his shoulder.
“You asked a whole town eventually.”
“The town arrived before I learned how.”
PART TWELVE — THE HOUSE WITH NINE ROOMS
After Richard’s stroke, the sisters began discussing what would happen to the house.
Developers offered large sums because the town had grown around it.
Rose wanted preservation.
Heather wanted a sustainable plan.
Lily wanted families to use it.
Jasmine wanted an archive.
Anne wanted privacy.
Arguments lasted months.
Richard listened.
Then he said, “House should keep doing what house did.”
“What did it do?” Daisy asked.
“Made room.”
They created the Miller House for Sibling Preservation, a nonprofit residence for sibling groups at risk of being separated in foster care.
The old bedrooms were renovated.
Each retained part of its history.
The nursery wall showed nine hand-painted flowers.
The kitchen table remained.
Richard’s notebooks entered a small archive, along with court records and letters from birth families.
The program did not promise every sibling group could remain together forever. It provided legal advocacy, emergency housing, and long-term support.
The first residents were four brothers and two sisters removed from an unsafe home.
One boy asked Richard whether he had to call foster parents Mom and Dad.
