So instead of reacting, I looked around—at the staircase he built, at the walls that still held his memory… and at Blake recording everything with a smirk.
Then I nodded.
Vanessa looked almost disappointed.
“That’s it?” Blake laughed. “No dramatic scene?”
I lifted the box. “Enjoy the house.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
I stepped back into the rain.
“It means you should open Dad’s gift.”
That’s when her expression changed—just slightly, but enough.
Three days before he died, my father had pressed a sealed envelope into my hand.
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