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

“If you still want to read it tonight, I will not stop you.”

Noah waited.

“But?”

“But your father specifically asked whoever was caring for you to make sure you had stability first.”

Noah looked at the envelope again.

“What if it says something important?”

“It probably does.”

“What if I need to know?”