Chapter 67: The Family Tree
The assignment came home folded in half, slightly crumpled, and decorated with glitter that refused to stay in one place.
Henessa dropped it on the dining table with the kind of importance usually reserved for royal decrees.
“Mommy,” she announced, hands on her hips, “this is serious.”
Tiania, who had just finished reviewing a document from Thamaris Holdings, looked up with a small smile. “More serious than the time you declared your teddy bear needed a passport?”
Henessa nodded firmly. “Way more serious.”
Henrick, seated at the other end of the table with his reading glasses perched low on his nose, glanced over. “That does sound urgent.”
Henessa pushed the paper toward them. “I have to make a family tree.”
Tiania blinked.
“A family tree?”
“Yes,” Henessa said, climbing onto her chair. “Like… roots and branches and people and pictures and stories. Miss Alana said it has to show where I come from.”
