My Stepdad’s Final Words Were Hidden in a Closet — What He Wrote Shattered Me and Brought His Daughter and Me Together
I drove my stepdad to the ER on a cold, heavy morning — the kind where you feel something is wrong before anyone says a word. He’d had a heart attack at home but insisted he was “fine,” even as sweat dripped down his temples. I ignored him, got him in the car, and stayed…