After My Stepdad’s Funeral, I Opened a Secret Drawer and Discovered What He Had Hidden for 30 Years

alone,” she said softly. “Come stay with me.”

I shook my head.

“This is my home.”

She smiled, though something about it felt rehearsed.

“We’ll talk later.”

A few moments later, I heard someone say my name.

“Clover?”

I turned and saw an older man standing nearby.

He looked nervous.

Like someone carrying a burden.

“I’m Frank,” he said.

I didn’t recognize him.

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