My Stepmother Laughed and Said My Only Inheritance Was a Broom. Their Smiles Disappeared When the Will Was Read Aloud.

Patricia was… strange about it. Overly concerned. Constantly asking about his will. His accounts. His assets.

“Just making sure everything’s in order, darling. For your protection.”
Dad was too sick to notice. Or maybe he noticed and said nothing.

In his final weeks, I visited daily. Sat with him. Read to him. Held his hand.

Patricia barely came. “Too upsetting to see him like this.”
Tyler never came. “Not my real dad. Why would I?”

But they were very interested in the will. In what he’d leave them. In securing their future.