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

He knew the truth. He helped us stage it.

Signed the fake death certificate. Coordinated with the funeral home.

As far as anyone knew, my father was dead.

Veronica wasted no time. She planned the funeral immediately.

“He wouldn’t want to be kept waiting,” she told everyone.

“Let’s bury him this evening. It’s what he would’ve wanted.”

She wore black and accepted condolences. She gave a beautiful speech about how much she loved Dad.

And I watched her lie through every single word.

That evening, just before the funeral, I arrived early.

I walked up to the casket where my father lay, eyes closed, chest still.

To everyone else, he looked dead.

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