“You sure you want to do this?” Teddy asked.
“Teddy, we’re here. We signed the papers. It’s ours.” Shelly ruffled his hair before giving his cheek a quick peck.
“They gave us these,” she said in a sing-song voice as she clanged a clump of skeleton keys and grinned.
“I’m just saying. It’s not too late. We can still sell it.”
“Don’t be silly. I can’t believe we found my family home. Besides, you bought the DNA test. If this doesn’t work,” Shelly paused and shrugged her shoulders, “then it’s your fault.” Shelly opened the car door and skipped to the front entrance.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Teddy muttered as he followed.
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