After My Father’s Funeral, My Stepmother Left Me Behind and Claimed Everything—Then I Called the Number Dad Had Hidden in My Pocket

Daniel folded his arms.

“It isn’t my job to tell you what you must feel.”

“Do you forgive her?”

“No.”

The answer surprised Noah.

“But I also don’t wake up thinking about her.”

Daniel looked down the road.

“Indifference can be more peaceful than forgiveness.”