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

But there was nothing else to do.

PART 5 — THE SECOND WILL

Daniel drove to Austin the following morning.

Noah remained with Grace.

All day, he watched the driveway.

By five, he had stopped pretending not to.

At six thirty, the gray sedan finally returned.

Daniel got out holding a thick folder.

He did not smile.

Grace noticed immediately.