My Stepmom Raised Me After My Dad Died When I Was 6 — Years Later, I Discovered the Letter He Wrote the Night Before He Passed

I was twenty when I discovered the truth about my father’s death wasn’t as simple as I’d been told. For fourteen years, Meredith—my adoptive mother—repeated the same explanation: it was a car accident, sudden and unavoidable. I believed her. I had no reason not to. My biological mother died the day I was born. For my first four years, it...