“My Bella is the smart one—what a perfect solution! Saved on funeral costs and brought in some payout money. You’re my little good-luck charm!”

I stared, eyes burning, at the body on the platform—dressed in red—until my tears broke free.

“Richard! Are you even human? That’s your father!”

Caught red-handed, he flinched—then quickly grew self-righteous.

“Olivia, what nonsense! How could that ugly thing be your dad?”