My stepmother sl:ammed the door in my face after telling me, “Your father was bu:ried without you.” I didn’t scream, I didn’t beg; I walked straight to the cemetery with my prison clothes still in my backpack. But there I discovered there was no grave… only a secret letter that could destroy it.

My whole world flipped upside down.

“They also forged my signature to take out cash and change my will while I was completely drugged up on meds,” my dad continued, struggling to breathe. “There are medical reports, emails, and receipts here. I didn’t go to the cops because I didn’t know who to trust. Reagan said she was protecting me, but she was just keeping me prisoner.”

My dad took a deep breath.

“And there is one more thing, Finnley. If she told you I’m buried next to your mother, she’s lying. Don’t let her decide where my story ends.”

The screen went black.

I stayed there for hours looking through everything. There were bank transfers for millions, text messages between Carter and a crooked accountant, and photos proving someone was using my computer while I was out at work sites.

Then I found a red folder labeled “THE CONFESSION”.