My Father’s Lawyer Handed Me a Letter Before His Funeral — It Asked Me to Follow My Stepmom and Her Kids Secretly After the Ceremony

At my father’s funeral, I expected grief—not a letter that changed everything.

“Follow Lora and the kids after the funeral. You need to know the truth.”

I obeyed, expecting betrayal. Instead, I found a surprise—an art studio, my father’s final gift.

“Happy birthday,” Lora said, handing me another letter.

“I wanted you to have this. Live, create, love.”

Tears fell. I had followed suspicion but found family instead.