I Adopted My 7 Siblings When I Was 18 So They Wouldn’t Be Separated – Three Years Later, My Youngest Brother Handed Me a Photo Revealing What Really Happened to Our Parents

Then one officer said, “Are you Rowan?”

I knew before he finished. The look on his face said it all.

My hand stayed on the doorknob. “Yes.”

His partner looked past me at my siblings like he already knew where all seven of them would fall.

“There’s been an accident,” he said. “And your parents didn’t survive it.”

I heard Lila stop laughing.

“Are you Rowan?”

“What?” I asked, because my brain decided to become useless.

“I’m sorry, son. I suggest you call some family over to help.”

Tommy wandered into the hall with milk on his shirt. “Rowan?”

I turned around. Seven faces waited for me to tell them what to do.

I shut the door halfway so they couldn’t see the officers’ faces, and I said, “Everybody sit down.”

Phoebe whispered, “Where are Mom and Dad?”