My uncle raised me after my parents died—until his death exposed a secret he’d kept hidden for years

happened to me, right?” “That’s kind of sad,” I joked weakly. “You’re gonna live.” He huffed a laugh. “Still true.”

“I don’t know what to do without you,” I whispered. His eyes went shiny. “You’re gonna live. You hear me? You’re gonna live.” “I’m scared.” “I know,” he said. “Me too.”

“For things I should’ve told you.” He opened his mouth like he wanted continue reading …