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

“Already done.”

That night, I told my dad everything.

He didn’t believe me at first. He defended Veronica.

Said I was stressed and imagining things.

So, I showed him the report. Played him the recording I’d made of Veronica on the phone.

He froze.

“What do we do?” he gasped.

“We’re going to catch her. But you have to trust me.

And you have to do exactly what I say.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

I gave him specific instructions. “Just pretend to collapse tonight.”

“Pretend?”

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