At My Dad’s Funeral, My Stepmom Leaned In for a Final Kiss and Saw Him Blink

At my dad’s funeral, my stepmom leaned down to kiss him goodbye one last time. Her makeup was flawless. Her performance was perfect.

But when she got close enough, Dad’s eyes twitched just for a second. Just long enough for her to realize everything she’d planned had fallen apart.

The church was silent except for the sound of my stepmom, Veronica’s heels clicking against the marble floor.

She walked toward the casket as though she was approaching an altar. She pressed a hand delicately to her chest while holding a white lily.

I stood at the back, watching.

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