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 looked at her.
“Had?”
“His name was Ethan.”
Her voice remained steady, but something behind it changed.
“He was seventeen when he died in an accident.”
Noah did not know what to say.
“I’m sorry.”
“So am I.”
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