After My Father’s Funeral, My Stepmother Left Me Behind and Claimed Everything—Then I Called the Number Dad Had Hidden in My Pocket
“You’re ten.”
“Exactly.”
Grace laughed.
Daniel loaded Noah’s things into the car.
There were not many.
Some clothes Grace had bought.
A few books.
Michael’s note.
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