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 thought about that.

That night, he slept in Ethan’s old room.

Grace had changed most of it over the years, but several things remained.

A baseball glove.

A framed photograph of a teenage boy smiling beside a lake.

A shelf filled with adventure novels.

Noah lay awake staring at the ceiling.

He held Michael’s note against his chest.