My Father Left Me a Locked Toolbox — My Stepmother Offered Me $5,000 to Throw It Away
A few days after my father’s funeral, April — my stepmother — appeared at my door with that too-perfect smile that always spelled trouble. My mother had died when I was two. Or so my father said. April came into my life when I was ten, trying to play the part of mother. Too polished….
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