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Dad Made Me Sleep In The Garage—Now He Needs My Property...

I never thought I'd see his name again. I was reviewing the children's school registration forms when my phone lit up with a number I'd deleted years ago. "Dad" flashed across the screen like an unwelcome ghost from my past. The same man who made me sleep in the garage for three years now wanted something from me—and I knew exactly what it was. It was a Tuesday morning, unseasonably warm for April. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows of my small apartment as I sorted through paperwork for Ethan and Zoe's upcoming school year. Single motherhood wasn't easy, but we were making it work, one day at a time. When the phone rang, I almost didn't answer. Unknown numbers usually meant bill collectors or my ex with another excuse for the missed child support. But something—curiosity maybe—made me pick up. "Hello?" My voice was guarded, professional. The voice that answered was anything but. "Vanessa? It's... it's your father."