After spending three years behind bars, I returned home only to discover my father was gone and my stepmother had taken over his house. “He was buried a year ago,” she said coldly. “Now get off my property.” Then she shut the door in my face. I ran to the cemetery, desperate to find his grave, but the old groundskeeper looked at me with pity.  

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