After Spending My Entire Life Pretending My Imprisoned Father Never Existed and Telling Everyone He Had Died Years Ago, I Expected Absolutely Nothing When News Came That He Had Finally Passed Away Behind Prison Walls… But Instead of Money, Property, or Even a Letter, His Will Left Me With One Enormous Scarred Rescue Dog That Was Scheduled to Be Put Down in Just Forty-Eight Hours — And When I Finally Noticed What Had Been Carefully Hidden Inside the Old Collar Around the Dog’s Neck Late That Night, It Forced Me to Question Everything I Had Believed About the Man I Called My Father

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Rescue Dog From My Father’s Will was the last thing I expected to hear the afternoon the lawyer opened the envelope containing my father’s final instructions.

For most of my life, I had already buried the man in my mind long before he actually died.

My name is Daniel Harper, and the truth is that I spent nearly twenty-five …

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