Inside was a single sheet of paper.

Daniel,

If you’re reading this, I hope you’ve already seen the room.

I wanted to give you choices I didn’t have when I was your age.

Somewhere along the way, I started confusing choices with instructions.

You don’t have to become a musician because I wanted to be one.

You don’t have to keep the studio because I built it.

You don’t even have to forgive me because I tried.