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from anesthesia.
My sister sneered when I walked into dad’s funeral-because I was the “disgrace” he kicked out years ago… Until the lawyer said my name and… the whole room froze.
Vanessa’s smile sharpened. “Fine. Play whatever little message he left. It won’t change anything.”
I said nothing. I moved to the first pew and sat alone.
Daniel placed a small recorder on the lectern. My father’s voice filled the chapel, older and rougher than I remembered.
“If you are hearing this, then I am dead. Vanessa, sit down.”
