first word.
“You don’t know what really happened to your parents,” the note began. The ink seemed to bleed into the paper. “Thomas lied to you. He spent his whole life making sure you never looked too closely. Open this flash drive and you’ll understand everything yourself.”
I stood in the hallway for what felt like hours, the plastic drive digging into my palm. Part of me wanted to throw it into the fireplace and preserve the memory of the man I loved. But the seeds of doubt had been
