“This house belongs to you and your daddy, Maya,” Thomas said gently, placing the keys into her open hands. “Daniel bought it through the foundation last year, waiting for us to find you.”
Maya gasped, looking down at the shiny keys before looking up at me with utter wonder. “Daddy? Our house? We don’t have to live in the noisy apartment by the highway anymore?”
I stared at Thomas, struck dumb by the generosity. “Thomas… this is impossible. We can’t just accept an entire house. It’s too much. It’s far too much.”
“Daniel wanted his savior to have a peaceful place to raise his daughter, Marcus,” Thomas said firmly, placing a steady hand on my shoulder. “The deed is already recorded in your name.”
“The property taxes are covered in perpetuity by the foundation endowment,” Thomas added. “All you have to do is live here, raise this beautiful girl, and let this coastal air heal your heart.”
