For two decades, I mourned my missing wife and daughters, until my son tore open a basement wall and found the chilling truth she hid from me.
“She threatened to take the girls from me.”
“My love, if I’m gone, please understand. I’m doing what I have to do to protect our daughters. I’m leaving this disc as proof, in case I never get to tell you myself.”
The screen froze on her tear-streaked face.
For a long moment, none of us moved.
“Dad,” Ethan said quietly. “Aunt Diane is upstairs. Right now. She’s in the kitchen.”
I stood slowly, my legs barely holding me.
“Then it’s time she answered for every word on this disc.”
