When my father passed, I thought I knew everything he left behind. Then his will revealed a house I had never heard of. I went there expecting dust and silence, but instead, a woman opened the door and claimed it was hers. Who was she, and why had Dad hidden her from me?
The rain pounded relentlessly on the rooftops as I tightened my coat and quickened my pace toward the notary’s office. My father was gone.
I couldn’t shake the thought. He’d always been my rock, but in the past few years, that rock had crumbled under the weight of debts I couldn’t even comprehend.
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