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I figured hiring a caretaker for my father, Frank, would make things easier.
\nIt was supposed to provide peace of mind, not paranoia. But that\u2019s exactly what happened when our personal belongings started missing.<\/p>\n
After a minor fall left my father injured and unable to care for himself, he had no option.<\/p>\n
His doctor believed he needed help, and for once, I refused.<\/p>\n
I told him. \u201cYou need someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when Tessa came into our life.<\/p>\n
In her late 30th, she exuded a friendly demeanor that made others feel at ease. She was patient, sweet, caring, sensitive, and professional!<\/p>\n
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\nDad warmed up to her more quickly than I imagined!<\/p>\n
She had him giggling within days, which I hadn\u2019t seen in months!<\/p>\n
At first, I was relieved by the additional assistance. For the first time in months, I didn\u2019t feel forced to pick between my profession and caring for him. Unfortunately, the relief was short-lived.<\/p>\n
One evening, as I was clearing the dinner plates long after Tessa had gone home, Dad grasped my wrist with such urgency that I shivered!
\nHe had a fearful expression on his face that I hadn\u2019t seen since I was a child.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, she\u2019s not who she says she is,\u201d he whispered, despite us being the only people in the house. \u201cAnd she takes things.\u201d<\/p>\n
He openly hesitated before he spoke. \u201cSmall stuff. My old flannel shirt. A book I\u2019ve had since college. That pocket watch your mother gave me before she passed.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cDad, maybe you misplaced them. You know how forgetful you\u2019ve been lately.\u201d<\/p>\n
That night, however, something bothered me. Dad has never ac:cus:ed somebody lightly. And why was he afraid?<\/p>\n
I arrived home late from work, weary, and slipped in through the back door to avoid waking him.<\/p>\n
But as I entered the hallway, I heard Tessa\u2019s voice, low and desperate.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, it\u2019s not the time yet,\u201d she murmured. \u201cHe\u2019s weak. I think I need a week or two.\u201d<\/p>\n
I snuck away before she noticed me and shut myself in my room, my heart racing.<\/p>\n
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\nThe next morning, I kept an eye on her.
\nI made up my mind right there: I will fire her that evening. There is no discussion. But I never had the opportunity\u2014because fate had other intentions.<\/p>\n
Then I heard it: crying.<\/p>\n
Not just any sobbing; his crying!<\/p>\n
Panicked, I hurried toward the sound, my heart pounding against my ribs!<\/p>\n
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\nTessa, across from him, was on her knees, holding a stack of papers and shivering with tears.<\/p>\n
I was about to shout or phone the cops when my sight shifted to the coffee table\u2026<\/p>\n
There lay Dad\u2019s old flannel shirt. My blouse is missing. And, in Tessa\u2019s hands\u2014my heart nearly stopped\u2014a DNA test!<\/p>\n
\u201cI only took the shirt and your blouse because I needed hair samples for the DNA test.\u201d
\nHe looked at me, then back at her. He swallowed hard. \u201cShe\u2019s my daughter. Your older sister, Monica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the strange phone call you made yesterday\u2014I heard you. Who were you talking to about waiting for the test results?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was talking to a private investigator (PI) I hired recently after saving up enough to afford him after all these years. His job was to track down my biological father,\u201d Tessa explained.<\/p>\n
And, for the first time, I was not terrified of Tessa. I was awed by her.<\/p>\n
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\nAnd just like that, everything changed.<\/p>\n
We weren\u2019t strangers anymore. We were family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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