My Father Left Me a Hidden House in His Will — Then the Woman Inside Told Me the Truth About My Past

casually moving dishes around.

“What are you doing?”

She turned.

“Oh. Did I wake you?”

I stared at her.

“It’s midnight.”

She shrugged.

“I needed something.”

I looked at the pile of pots on the counter.

“You needed all of that?”

She smiled slightly.

“Maybe.”

I went back to my room, annoyed.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had done it on purpose.

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