My Stepmother Made My Injured Father Crawl for His Medicine—But She Didn’t Know I Came Home With the One Signature That Could Destroy Her
My mother had been dead for nine years, but Vivian always used that word like a weapon.Orphan.As if losing my mother had made me smaller.As if grief had made me easy to erase.Behind her, Marcus gave a lazy laugh.“Isabella,” my father whispered. “You shouldn’t have come.”Marcus grinned wider.“Listen to him. Even broken, he knows you…