Starting the speech
I began my speech, thanking everyone for coming and reminiscing about the house’s history. I talked about childhood memories, the times my real dad and I shared within these walls.
The guests were drawn in, smiling at the anecdotes. I could see my stepdad’s attention wavering, his smug look suggesting he felt this was just a sentimental ramble.
Little did he know, this was only the beginning of my reveal.