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At My 16th Birthday, My Dad Threw $10 At Me And Told Me To Get Out. I Smiled — And Handed Him An Envelope He Was Never Meant To See.

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about my biological father?” I asked, watching his face carefully. “Did he leave anything?”

The color drained from Lester’s face, then flooded back in an angry red. Vicki’s coffee cup clinked against the table as she set it down too hard.

“Where did you hear about that?” Lester’s voice was dangerous now, low and controlled.

“It doesn’t matter where I continue reading …

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