THE SECRET IN MY FATHER’S ATTIC Rewritten in exciting, simple language — full length and expanded When I moved into my late father’s house, I expected old floors that groaned like tired bones and pipes that clanked like they were arguing. I did not expect strange noises every single night coming from the attic. At first, it was just curiosity… but soon, curiosity twisted into fear. And the moment I installed hidden cameras, everything I thought I knew about my father shattered like glass. Every ending is just a beginning.

Two days before my wedding, my future mother-in-law, Linda, pulled off the ultimate sabotage. I didn’t know it yet, but she had secretly swapped my blonde hair dye for neon green. She thought she’d finally ruined my “unsuitable” style, but she hadn’t counted on one thing — my fiancé Ryan’s absolute loyalty… and his wicked sense of humor. I had always known wedding planning would be stressful. But I never imagined ending up looking like a punk-rock reject just two days before walking down the aisle. The chaos started during

THE DAY MY SON WALKED IN WITH TWO BABIES I thought I was losing my mind the moment my sixteen-year-old son walked through our front door carrying two newborn babies wrapped in hospital blankets. Two tiny bundles. Two scrunched little faces. Two sets of fists no bigger than grapes. And then he told me whose children they were. That was the moment everything I believed about motherhood, sacrifice, and family shattered like glass. My name is Jennifer. I’m 43 years old. And the last five years of my life have