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Mateo put an arm around her. “Welcome to the oops family,” he said softly. “We’re all a little lost. But at least now we’re lost together.” On the final day, they gathered in the ballroom to decide about the estate. The solicitor presented the inventory: the mansion, a modest sum of money, and a collection of oddities—a fossilized turtle, a signed first edition of Moby-Dick , a set of antique dentist’s tools.

“Several what?” Ophelia asked.

Ophelia Kaan had always been the responsible one. At thirty-two, she was a senior logistics coordinator, a master of spreadsheets, and a woman who believed that any problem could be solved with a color-coded schedule and a backup plan. What she was not prepared for was the email that arrived on a dreary Tuesday afternoon, bearing the subject line: Urgent: Family Matter. ophelia kaan oopsfamily