Then there was a knock at the door.
Not loud. Just… firm.
Everyone went quiet.
My stepmother opened it.
A man stood there in uniform.
Straight posture. Serious expression.
The room changed instantly.
He asked for me.
He handed me an envelope.
Inside were documents. Official. Real.
My father had arranged things before he died.
Support. Protection. A future he made sure I would have—no matter what happened after he was gone.
I didn’t cry.
Not then.
I just held the papers and felt something shift inside me.
For the first time in a long time…
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