After My Father’s Funeral, My Stepmother Left Me Behind and Claimed Everything—Then I Called the Number Dad Had Hidden in My Pocket
She arrived carrying a homemade cake that leaned noticeably to one side.
Daniel looked at it.
“Is it supposed to do that?”
Grace glared.
“It survived a three-hour drive.”
Noah hugged her.
Her presence filled the house instantly.
She inspected Noah’s room.