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

Noah could not understand it.

Four years seemed like forever.

“Why didn’t you just call him?”

“That is a question I have asked myself every day for the last few weeks.”

Grace glanced at Noah.

Daniel continued.

“A week before your father died, he called me.”

Noah stopped breathing for a moment.