My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

hidden compartment. My fingers brushed paper first. A thick manila folder. Under it, a sealed envelope with my name on it in Dennis’s handwriting. And beneath that, a small wooden box. Inside the box was a key.

For a moment, I could only stare.

Then I opened the envelope.

Dennis’s handwriting filled the page, dated two months before he died.

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