THE DYING LITTLE GIRL ASKED A MILLIONAIRE TO BE HER DAD—THEN HE DISCOVERED SHE WAS HIS DAUGHTER ALL ALONG

day she does.”

Lakewood Haven sat in the Berkshire Mountains like a secret wrapped in autumn color.

Emily gazed out the car window at red and gold trees, her voice stronger now from weeks of treatment.

“Does Mom like trees?”

“She loved them,” Maxwell said. “Especially in fall.”

Emily clutched Sarah’s sketchbook, the one Maxwell had given her. She had studied continue reading …