As Grandma passed away, she left me her house and a chilling note: “Burn everything in the attic.” I didn’t listen.
I went upstairs and discovered a box of old letters and photographs — one in particular showed me as a child, holding hands with a man I didn’t recognize.
On the back, a handwritten note read:
“My son and my granddaughter. Thomas and Marie.”
That’s when I realized — the man was my father.
The same father my grandmother had never once mentioned.
I managed to track down his address and decided to visit.
He was welcoming, friendly, and even took me out for pizza.
At first, it felt like a warm reunion.
But when he insisted on coming back to my place that very night, something didn’t sit right.
Later that evening, I caught him rummaging through the chest in my grandmother’s attic.
The kind demeanor disappeared instantly.
He pulled out an old deed, claimed he owned half the house, and smugly declared, “Daddy’s home.” It was clear — this wasn’t about reconnecting. It was about control.
But then I discovered he had another daughter — Olivia — who was also under his thumb.
Together, we got legal help, proved the deed was invalid, and removed him from our lives for good.
I didn’t find a father in the end… but I found a sister. And for the first time, I didn’t feel alone anymore.
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