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“Never let anyone make you feel like you are less than what you are,” he had written. “Even when I am not there, you still carry my name forward with dignity.”
I pressed the letter to my chest without realizing it.
Behind me, I heard Camila exhale shakily, as if something inside her had finally collapsed. My stepsisters no longer spoke at all.
For the first time in years, the house felt completely silent in a different way. Not oppressive. Not mocking.
Just still.
The officer gave a final nod. “My duty here is complete.”
And just like that, he left.
No one stopped him.
No one moved.
I stood there holding my father’s words while everything I thought I knew about my life began to shift—not through revenge, not through drama, but through truth finally arriving after years of silence.