My hands were shaking so bad I could barely open it.
Inside was a letter written by Owen.
Reading the first lines, I was breathless:
“Mom, I knew this letter would come to you if something happened to me.” You need to know the truth. THE TRUTH ABOUT MY FATHER AND WHAT HAS BEEN GOING ON THESE PAST YEARS.. »
Story continues in the PAGE BELOW …
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PART 2: The Blueprint of a Betrayal
The classroom fell into a suffocating silence as the words blurred before my eyes. Mrs. Dilmore took a step back, her gaze fixed on the floor, giving me the space she knew I desperately needed. My knuckles turned white against the edges of the paper as I forced myself to read the next lines of Owen’s neat, careful handwriting.
Mom, if you are reading this, it means the trip to the cottage went exactly how Dad planned it. I’m writing this in Mrs. Dilmore’s room during lunch because she’s the only person who doesn’t look at Dad like he’s a perfect man, and I know she will keep this safe for me.
