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

Then he told me he was worried about you.”

Noah’s throat tightened.

“He knew he was dying?”

“I think he knew there was a possibility.”

“But he didn’t tell me.”

“He probably didn’t want you spending his last days terrified.”

Noah looked down at his hands.

“What did he say about Vanessa?”