At My 16th Birthday, My Dad Threw $10 At Me And Told Me To Get Out. I Smiled — And Handed Him An Envelope He Was Never Meant To See.

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The kitchen went quiet. Lester’s jaw tightened. Vicki’s smile froze.

“What about money?” Lester asked.

“I was wondering about my mother’s estate,” I said. “Did she leave anything? Insurance, savings, anything like that?”

“Your mother died broke,” Lester said flatly. “She was always terrible with money. Everything she had went to pay off her debts.”

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