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

“What’s funny?”

“My uncle packed his work instead of my napkin.”

That evening, Noah dropped the document on Daniel’s desk.

“I think you need this more than I do.”

Daniel stared.

“Oh no.”

“My friend Mateo says I should charge you legal fees.”

Daniel covered his face.