When my 14‑year‑old daughter came home from school pushing a stroller with two newborns inside, I thought nothing could ever shock me more. Ten years later, a lawyer’s phone call about millions of dollars proved me wrong.
Looking back, I should have realized something extraordinary was bound to happen. Savannah had always been different from other kids her age. While her friends obsessed over boy bands and makeup tutorials, she spent her evenings whispering prayers into her pillow.
