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

Three weeks earlier, Michael had been admitted to the hospital in critical condition.

Everything happened too fast.

And now he was gone.

After the funeral, Vanessa drove in silence.

Noah assumed they were going home, but instead she took the highway and kept driving for more than an hour before turning onto a dusty rural road surrounded by fields.

Then she stopped.

“Get out.”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

Noah looked around.

There were no houses nearby.

“But how am I supposed to get home?”

Vanessa finally turned toward him.

“You’re not coming home with me.”