I was twenty when I discovered my stepmother hadn’t told me the full truth about my father’s death. For fourteen years, she insisted it had been a simple car accident—unavoidable, tragic, nothing more. Then I found a letter he had written the night before he died. One sentence in it made my pulse stop.
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