At 3 a.m., my stepmother and stepsisters stole my credit card and spent $100,000 on a luxury trip—returning home smug and unaware the card they used wasn’t what they thought it was.

the center.

My name was written on the front.

Natalie.

The handwriting was elegant and familiar from birthday cards I had kept hidden in a shoebox beneath my bed.

My mother’s handwriting.

My fingers shook as I picked it up.

Thomas inhaled sharply, as if even he had not expected to see it.

“She wrote to me?”

Marcus nodded.

“We believe Vanessa intercepted it continue reading …