My Stepmom Thought That Breaking My Laptop Would Ruin My Future-The Next Morning, Everything Backfired

night.

A man in a navy suit stood on our porch.

I recognized him immediately.

Dean Harrison.

My heart stopped.

“Emma,” he said gently. “I’m sorry to come unannounced.”

Behind me, Karen appeared in the kitchen doorway with a coffee mug in her hand. Her hair was perfect. Her expression was calm.

Dean Harrison looked past me.

“I’m here not because of you,” he continue reading …