I Was Never My Dad’s Favorite. 25 Years Later, I Finally Learned The Heartbreaking Reason Why

Lisa heads to the local courthouse to access property records. The old courthouse, with its creaky floors and towering shelves of documents, seemed overwhelming. With determination, she signed the ledger and was led to a room filled with dusty archives. ‘Where do I even start?’ she murmured to herself, scanning the countless files. Her heart raced with each folder she opened, hoping to find something that could shed light on her father’s mysterious behavior.