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.

” Lester demanded.

The man’s eyes moved past me to Lester, and something in his expression hardened.

“My name is Reed Lawson,” he said. “I’m Charity’s uncle. Her father was my half-brother. And I’m here to take her home.”

The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of the wind and Vicki’s gasp from inside the house.

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