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

“And we’re checking whether anyone else saw Vanessa’s vehicle.”

Noah suddenly remembered something.

“There was a mailbox.”

“What?”

“Near where she stopped.

And farther back there was a driveway.”

Daniel grabbed a notebook.

“What did the house look like?”