Chloe, the eldest, held her four younger siblings as the will was read. Money, assets, royalties of his published work would go to charities.
They ripped her siblings from her arms. “We’ll be together again,” she cried. But no one would hire a fifteen-year-old.
It’s odd how many posthumous Nightborne books they’ve found since then…
Seven and counting.
They’re brilliant. Written with more sensitivity.
How convenient that those royalties go to his surviving children,
and that the Nightborne children refuse all interviews.