He thought I’d stay silent forever. For eleven years, Dale controlled the story of my mother’s death—and of my life. I was the quiet kid in the dark hoodie, the ghost in his house, the secret he kept behind slammed doors and fake smiles. But that night at the cemetery, a stranger with my mother’s eyes appeared, holding the one thing Dale could never control: the truth written in my mom’s own hand. When his threats arrived, they didn’t scare me—they confirmed everything. Because the moment I opened her letter, I finally understood why he was so afraid of me gro…
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