On My Birthday I Stood In Front Of Everyone With A Black Eye

the night before. A sealed letter addressed to Daniel, in his father’s handwriting, dated the week before he died.

I hadn’t opened it yet.

But the first line, visible through the thin envelope, read: “Son, I’m writing this because your mother must never find out what I…”

Vanessa let out a small, strangled scream as the handcuffs clicked around her wrists.continue reading …