
02/23/2025
MY LATE FATHER'S LAWYER HANDED HIS LETTER BEFORE THE FUNERAL — HE ASKED ME TO FOLLOW MY STEPMOM AND HER KIDS SECRETLY AFTER THE CEREMONY.
The funeral was about to begin, my heart heavy with grief. Just as the priest cleared his throat, a hand tapped my shoulder.
I turned to see my father’s lawyer, his face unreadable.
"From your dad," he murmured, slipping a sealed envelope into my hands.
"My sweet girl, if you're reading this, I'm gone. But I need you to do something—watch Lora (my stepmom) and your step-siblings carefully and follow them after the ceremony. Watch where they go. Don’t let them see you. You need to know the truth."
My heart pounded. A warning? A secret?
Through my grief, I kept my eyes on them. They seemed… distracted. Not grief-stricken, not devastated, just impatient.
Then, as the last guest left, they whispered among themselves and hurried to their car.
I quietly got into my own car and followed them at a distance. What were they hiding? What did my father want me to see?
Finally, they stopped at a strange, unmarked building. Not a home. Not a business. My stomach twisted.
I parked, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
And when I pushed the door—I froze.⬇️