He Wanted a Family of 7—Then They Said “Marry Their Mother First”

Old Mr. Wilkins spat into the dust and nodded. “Seven kids. Youngest barely out of diapers. Oldest… well, she’s got the eyes of someone twice her age.”

Caleb rubbed the back of his neck, staring out at the rolling hills beyond his modest ranch. He had land, horses, a sturdy house—but when the wind came through at night, it howled through empty rooms. No laughter. No voices. No one to call his own.
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