She Destroyed the Last Thing I Had of My Dad… Hours Later, Karma Came for Her
People always say karma works in silence, but that night, it roared through my front door in flashing red and blue lights. Hours earlier, my stepmother had torn apart the last thing I had of my father — a skirt I’d painstakingly sewn from his ties. I thought the worst of my day had already …
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