Chapter 1
My Stepfather Gave My Dead Father’s Car to His Daughter… Then My Mom Came Home 😳
I came home from college and knew something was wrong the second I saw the empty spot beside our garage.
My dad’s old Honda was gone.
He bought that car when I was sixteen, three months before cancer took him.
Before he died, he put the keys in my hand and said, “Take care of her, Marcus. She’ll get you where you need to go.”
I ran inside holding the spare key.
“Ray, where’s Dad’s car?”
My stepfather barely looked up from the television.
“Chloe has it.”
I stared at him.
“What do you mean Chloe has it?”
Ray sighed. “She needed a reliable car for work.”
“That car belongs to me.”
He finally stood.
“You’re away at college most of the year. It was sitting there doing nothing.”
My stepsister Chloe walked downstairs at that exact moment, spinning my father’s keys around her finger.
“Seriously, Marcus?” she said. “It’s just a rusty Honda.”
My chest tightened.
“Give me the keys.”
She laughed.
“Get over it.”
I stepped toward her, but Ray moved between us.
“I already transferred it to Chloe.”
For a second, I couldn’t even speak.
“You did what?”
Ray folded his arms.
“I’m your stepfather. I made a family decision.”
“That was the last thing my father gave me.”
Chloe rolled her eyes.
“And now someone’s actually using it.”
Then the front door opened.
My mom, Sarah, walked in carrying grocery bags and immediately saw my face.
“What happened?”
Ray suddenly became very quiet.
I pointed at the keys in Chloe’s hand.
“He gave Dad’s car to her.”
Mom slowly put the groceries down.
“You gave away Daniel’s Honda?”
Ray started explaining that it was unfair for a perfectly good car to sit unused.
Mom didn’t argue.
She simply pulled out her phone.
She made one call, listened for several seconds, then looked directly at Ray.
“Hi, Officer Bennett. I need to report a vehicle that was transferred without the legal owner’s permission.”
Chloe’s smile disappeared.
But Mom wasn’t finished.
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She opened the drawer beside the refrigerator and pulled out an envelope with my father’s handwriting across the front.
Then she looked at me and whispered, “Marcus… there’s something about that car Ray never knew.”
