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MY LATE FATHER’S LAWYER GAVE ME A LETTER BEFORE THE FUNERAL — HE WANTED ME TO SECRETLY FOLLOW MY STEPMOM AND HER SONS

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The day we laid my father to rest, the air was heavy with the smell of lilies, and the gloomy sky seemed to press down on me like grief itself. The priest had barely begun speaking when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Mr. Aldrin, my father’s longtime lawyer, his expression somber.

“This is for you,” he whispered, placing a sealed envelope in my hand.

My fingers trembled as I opened it, instantly recognizing my father’s handwriting.

My darling girl, if you’re reading this, then I’ve already passed. I need you to do something for me—keep an eye on Lora and her boys. Follow them after the funeral. Don’t let them notice you. You need to discover the truth.

A warning? A secret? I looked toward my stepmother, Lora, and her sons, Milo and Jasper. Their faces were unreadable—no tears, no sorrow. In stark contrast to my own sleepless nights and tear-soaked pillow, they seemed almost… eager for the ceremony to be over.

Something felt wrong.

As the service ended and guests slowly trickled away, I stayed behind, pretending to accept condolences, while keeping my gaze on Lora. I saw her whisper to her sons. They nodded and quickly made their way to the car.

I followed at a safe distance.

My father had trusted me with this for a reason—I had to know what he had suspected.

Their drive led us to the edge of town, where they stopped at a plain, anonymous-looking building. No sign. Just a grey door.

Heart pounding, I parked a distance away and approached quietly. The door was ajar, voices faintly drifting out. I pushed it open—and froze.

Inside were my father’s most prized possessions. His rare vinyls, antique watches, the golf clubs he meticulously cleaned every Sunday, and the heirloom pocket watch from his grandfather.

This wasn’t just stuff. This was his life—his memories.

Lora spun around at the sound of the door. Her eyes narrowed.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said coldly.

I stepped in, fists clenched. “What is all this?”

Jasper crossed his arms. “What do you think? Mom deserves her part.”

“Deserves?” I repeated, stunned. “Did you steal from him?”

Lora let out a tired sigh. “It’s not stealing. I was his wife. These belong to me and my children.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “You started taking things before he even died, didn’t you?”

She said nothing. Her silence was enough.

Anger surged in me, but so did pain. My father had been ill, but clearly not oblivious. He had seen through her. He must’ve known. That’s why he’d changed the will.

“You knew he was leaving it all to me,” I said quietly, my voice steadier than I felt. “So you started hiding things.”

Lora didn’t argue. Just pressed her lips together.

“Leave,” I told them. “Now.”

Milo scoffed. “You can’t kick us out. This isn’t your place.”

I took out my phone. “Want me to get the police involved?”

Lora paled. “That won’t be necessary.”

She motioned to her sons, and they began packing up—only their own things. Not my father’s.

They left in silence, resentment etched on their faces.

I stood alone in the room, surrounded by memories that mattered not because of their worth, but because of the stories they carried.

Later that evening, I called Mr. Aldrin. “I found everything,” I told him.

He sighed. “Your father thought as much.”

“I want to make sure they’re safe,” I said.

And I did just that. Over the next few weeks, I carefully sorted and recorded each item. I kept the pieces dearest to me and donated the rest to places my father cherished—his favorite music school, a local vintage store he loved visiting.

With each item placed where it belonged, a weight lifted.

Lora and her sons disappeared from my life. I didn’t care where they went. What mattered was that my father’s legacy remained intact.

I framed the letter he left me—a reminder that, even in his final days, he protected me.

And I honored him in the best way I knew.

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