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

Every time it happened, Veronica was already there. She caught him, called her doctor friend, held Dad’s hand, and whispered soft reassurances.

Everyone called her a saint.

But I noticed something else.

Every time it happened, she looked calm, like she’d been expecting it.

The fourth time Dad fainted, I moved back home. Told Dad I wanted to save money on rent. He seemed happy to have me around.

Veronica didn’t.

One night, I couldn’t sleep.

I got up to get water and heard her voice coming from the guest room.

She was on the phone, speaking urgently.

“It’ll all be over soon… by tomorrow night,” she said. “No one can stop me now. By the end of the month, everything will be mine.”

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