He stayed beside me without saying much. When I finally calmed down, he quietly left, giving me time to go through the box alone.
That’s when I noticed something metallic beneath the vest.
A key.
Attached to it was a small tag with an address I’d never seen before.
I searched the box for a letter or an explanation, but there was nothing else. Whatever Dad wanted me to discover, he had left me to figure it out myself.
I grabbed my jacket and drove to the address.
It led me to the outskirts of town, past a row of warehouses and an abandoned gas station. The building looked almost deserted, except for a clean welcome mat beside the entrance.
I checked the tag again.
This was the place.
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My fingers tightened around the key as I approached the door. For a moment, I wondered whether I was ready to discover another side of the man I’d spent years resenting.
