I waited until the house emptied before venturing into the dark garage where the scent of oil and sawdust still held Michael’s presence. The bottom drawer groaned open to reveal an envelope with my name on it, sitting atop a pile of legal papers and a torn journal page. Inside was a letter from Michael explaining that on the day my mother died, she wasn’t just running errands; she was rushing to sign guardianship papers because Aunt Sammie had threatened to take me away. Sammie had argued that blood mattered more than love and questioned Michael’s fitness as a parent, causing my mother to panic and rush to secure my future with him. Michael revealed that he had spent years fighting a quiet legal war against Sammie to keep me, not because the law obligated him, but because he loved me as his own daughter.
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