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After my parents died, I nearly lost my home. My cousin offered to save it if I carried his baby. Everything seemed perfect until I overheard a suspicious conversation. So I played along to uncover their secret.
I’m Natalie, 28. A year ago, a car accident took both my parents. One phone call divided my life into before and after.
My cousin Ethan, 33, was practically my brother. We’d grown up together, and my parents treated him like their own son.
At the funeral, Ethan held my hand. “Whatever you need, Nat, I’m here.”
“I just want them back.”
One phone call divided my life into before and after.
“I know. But you don’t have to face everything alone.”
“Thank you, Ethan. That means so much to me.”
“Of course, Nat.” He hesitated. “Speaking of which, how’s the mortgage?”