{"id":1910,"date":"2026-01-22T02:51:19","date_gmt":"2026-01-22T02:51:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/?p=1910"},"modified":"2026-01-22T02:51:25","modified_gmt":"2026-01-22T02:51:25","slug":"dad-left-a-secret-recorded-message-for-the-day-i-was-kicked-out-it-changed-everything-5-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storyreadin.com\/?p=1910","title":{"rendered":"Dad Left a Secret Recorded Message for the Day I Was Kicked Out\u2014It Changed Everything"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dad Left a Secret Recorded Message for the Day I Was Kicked Out\u2014It Changed Everything<\/h1>\n

When Dawn\u2019s father dies, she loses everything, her home, her family, and the sister who never truly cared about her. Kicked out with nothing but her belongings and an old watch, she thinks it\u2019s over. But her father foresaw it all. And hidden within his final gift is a secret that will change everything\u2026 including who really wins in the end.<\/p>\n

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I always knew my sister, Charlotte, didn\u2019t care about me. But I never thought she\u2019d throw me out onto the street two weeks after our father\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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For as long as I could remember, it had been just the three of us, Dad, Charlotte, and me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Well, mostly just Dad and me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Charlotte, at 35 years old, had never truly been part of this family. She lived in our dad\u2019s house, but it was never her home. She was always out. Sometimes it was parties, or out with friends, or even just chasing the next \u201cbig thing,\u201d as she always said.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m going to be great, Dawn,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019m meant for a bigger life. Not a tiny life where nobody knows who I am. You might understand it one day.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She treated our house like it was a crash pad, showing up only when she needed something, especially when she was low on money.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I, on the other hand, was 17 and had never known anything outside of these walls. I had been Dad\u2019s shadow, following him around the house, helping him with repairs, cooking dinner for us when he got home from work.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHomecooked meals are the way to go, Dawn,\u201d he\u2019d say. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter how tired you are, you should always make something for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cDo noodles from the packet count?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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All I remembered from that conversation was the way my father looked at me and laughed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Growing up, I always wondered if Charlotte resented me. She was already eighteen when I was born. A legal adult with her whole life ahead of her. Meanwhile, I was just the baby that came after.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was the surprise that my mom didn\u2019t even bother sticking around for. But my dad?\u00a0He adored me.<\/i><\/p>\n

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\u201cDawn, you were the dawn of a new beginning, my love,\u201d he would say. \u201cYou were the biggest surprise of my life, and I welcomed you with everything I had.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Maybe that was part of it. Maybe that was why Charlotte behaved the way she did.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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By the time I was old enough to really know her, Charlotte was already pulling away. She didn\u2019t see me as a sister, not really. More like an inconvenience in her life. A kid tagging along where I wasn\u2019t wanted.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She never read me bedtime stories or played games with me. When Dad took us out for ice cream, she barely looked up from her phone.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But I still thought, somehow, she cared.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That she\u2019d be here when it mattered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But I was so wrong.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And then Dad died. And everything in my life fell apart.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Two weeks after the funeral, we sat in the lawyer\u2019s office. Charlotte was dressed up, but she sat there, barely looking sad. Instead, she looked bored. If anything, she seemed like this was a waste of her time. She checked her nails as we waited for the reading of Dad\u2019s will.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And me?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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People at a funeral | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I sat stiffly beside her, my hands clenched together in my lap. I didn\u2019t know how to feel or what to think, except that I was drowning in grief.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The lawyer cleared his throat.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSorry about that, ladies,\u201d he said. \u201cI had to take that call. Now, let\u2019s get back to business.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A young woman sitting in an office | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Charlotte looked up, finally acknowledging his presence.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThe house goes to Charlotte,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I felt my stomach twist. I wasn\u2019t going to argue it\u2026 but why?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Why would my father do this to me?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A teenager sitting in an office | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAnd to you,\u201d the lawyer turned to me, \u201cyour father left you this.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He handed me a small box. I knew what was inside before I even opened it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was Dad\u2019s watch.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was old, scratched, and barely worked. But for as long as I could remember, I had seen it resting on my dad\u2019s wrist.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A box on a table | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I swallowed the lump in my throat.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Charlotte let out a snort.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSeriously? His watch?\u201d she laughed. \u201cGod, even when dead, Dad\u2019s still playing favorites.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I ignored her. My fingers traced over the watch\u2019s worn leather strap. It smelled like him. I didn\u2019t care about the house. I didn\u2019t care about the belongings. I just wanted my dad back.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A person holding a watch | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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How was I going to go to college without him?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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For the next few days, we still lived under the same roof. We barely spoke. I went to school. I went to work at the coffee shop after school. I came home.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was a routine, and I loved it. I stuck to it like my life depended on it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Because without it? I would drown in the grief.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then, one evening, I came home from my shift at the coffee shop and found all my stuff packed by the front door, including my guitar.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Charlotte stood in the hallway with her arms crossed. She had a smug smile plastered on her face.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThis is it!\u201d she said joyfully. \u201cOur paths split here, Dawn. I need you to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat?\u201d I blinked slowly, as though I was in a dream and trying to wake up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Packed suitcases and a guitar on a porch | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou heard me, little sister,\u201d she said, gesturing to my suitcases. \u201cThis house is mine. You heard it for yourself from the lawyer. And I don\u2019t feel like playing babysitter to you anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I could barely breathe. It felt like every organ in my body was slowly shutting down.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cCharlotte,\u201d I said. \u201cI have nowhere else to go.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAnd that\u2019s not my problem!\u201d she said cheerfully. \u201cYou have to figure it out for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I felt my eyes burn, but I refused to cry in front of her.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re really doing this? To me?\u201d I whispered, trying to hold back my tears.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She smirked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou should have been nicer to me growing up, sis,\u201d she said. \u201cMaybe then, I\u2019d feel bad.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A woman standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and called our lawyer. When he answered, I blurted everything out.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDawn!\u201d he said, sounding surprised. \u201cHow can I help?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cCharlotte kicked me out of the house!\u201d I said. \u201cWhat do I do?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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There was a pause. And then he\u2026\u00a0laughed<\/i>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A real, genuine laugh.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI can\u2019t believe this!\u201d he said. \u201cEverything is happening just as your father predicted. Come to my office tomorrow. I have something for you.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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What on earth could he have for me?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll book you a motel for the night,\u201d he said. \u201cOr a bed and breakfast. Just give me ten minutes, and I\u2019ll send you a car and the address.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThank you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I sat on the porch and waited for his text.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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When the car arrived, I got into it and watched as the driver took me to a sweet little bed and breakfast.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHere you go, ma\u2019am,\u201d he said, taking my suitcases out.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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How had I gotten here? To this point? How had everything fallen apart so quickly?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was just unpacking my pajamas when the owner showed up at the door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDawn?\u201d she asked. \u201cMatthew asked me to bring you some dinner. I have mac and cheese and a salad.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I couldn\u2019t believe how lucky I had gotten with the lawyer. I didn\u2019t know him well, but at least he was taking care of me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I barely slept that night.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The next morning, I dragged myself to Matthew\u2019s office, exhausted and numb. He greeted me with a warm smile.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSit down, kid,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019re going to want to be sitting for this.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I sank into the chair.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He slid a folder across the desk.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYour father was a smart man, Dawn,\u201d he said. \u201cHe knew Charlotte would most likely throw you out the moment she got control of the house.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHe knew?\u201d I gulped.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s why he made me draw this up,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Matthew opened the folder, revealing a stack of paperwork.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSeven years ago, your father inherited a very large sum of money. It was almost two million dollars. It was from a distant relative who didn\u2019t have any children, but your father took care of her when she needed help.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat?\u201d I gasped.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYeah, he didn\u2019t end up telling either of you. But I\u2019m sure he had his reasons. Now, here\u2019s the catch, Dawn. Your father split the money between you and Charlotte.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cShe gets a share too?\u201d I said slowly, my heart sinking.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYes, Dawn. But there\u2019s a condition. Charlotte has to share the house with you equally.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I sat up straighter. Suddenly, there seemed like a way out of this mess.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIf your sister refuses, she gets absolutely nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The shock must have been written all over my face because he chuckled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThere\u2019s more,\u201d he continued. \u201cYour father left you this.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He slid a letter across the table to me. My hands shook as I opened it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was my dad\u2019s writing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Dawn, my darling,<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I know Charlotte, sweetheart. I know what she\u2019ll do. But you are smarter than her. You always have been. The money is in a safety deposit box. Use it wisely, my girl.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I love you more than anything.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u2014Dad<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I stared at the details of the bank account, but I froze.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI don\u2019t know the code to the safe deposit box,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The lawyer smiled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThe watch,\u201d he said simply.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I took Dad\u2019s watch off my wrist and turned it over. On the back, there were tiny scratches. Four digits, faint but visible.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A surprised teenage girl | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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A code!<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Matthew grinned.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYour dad was a genius, Dawn.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I couldn\u2019t help it. I laughed, like really,\u00a0really<\/i>\u00a0laughed, for the first time since he died.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Charlotte had the house, but she also had all the debt. And she had just kicked out the one person who could save her from losing everything.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was still staying at the bed and breakfast a few days later when Charlotte called me. I let it ring while I went to get myself a glass of water.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then, I picked it up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHello?\u201d I said sweetly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou knew, didn\u2019t you?\u201d she spat.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cKnew what?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThe house,\u201d she snapped. \u201cThe lawyer just called me. There is debt. A lot of it. Like thousands of dollars. If they aren\u2019t paid off, the house gets taken, Dawn. And you\u2026\u201d she let out a shaky breath. \u201cYou have the money, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I leaned back in an armchair, twirling my dad\u2019s watch around my wrist.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI might have the money\u2026\u201d I said. \u201cBut we don\u2019t exactly have a good history, do we? You did kick me out.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She was silent.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou have to help me!\u201d she said finally.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I smiled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI would have helped you, Charlotte,\u201d I said. \u201cIf you had been nicer to me growing up, sis. Maybe then, I\u2019d feel bad.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then I hung up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was going to be in the bed and breakfast a little while longer. Matthew was helping me look for a furnished apartment.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSomething small will be perfect,\u201d he said. \u201cYou have a few months before you go off to college, Dawn. You don\u2019t need to be tied down to a big home. An apartment is the way to go. And you\u2019ll be eighteen soon and then you can do whatever you want. For now, you need to focus on school.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThank you for helping me,\u201d I said. \u201cI would have been lost without you.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDawn, your father told me all about you and how difficult your sister made your life. Especially after your mother left the family. I promised your father that I would get you back on your feet.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A few weeks later, I was in my little studio apartment in an artsy part of town. It was near to my school and the coffee shop, and I loved it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I don\u2019t know what became of Charlotte, but when I walked past our house one evening, I saw a\u00a0SOLD<\/strong>\u00a0sign in the front. I probably should have felt bad, but I didn\u2019t.\u00a0It wasn\u2019t my home without my father.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And at least, he was still looking out for me, even if it was through Matthew.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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