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 hugged his backpack against his chest.

“I don’t have any money.”

“That’s not my problem anymore.”

“I don’t even have a phone.”

Vanessa shrugged.

“There’s a small town farther down this road.

Walk.

Someone will help you.”