I stared at the listing for nearly an hour.

Then I closed the browser.

I couldn’t afford freedom.

Not yet.

PART 5: The Photograph Behind the Drawer

The year I turned twenty-two, something happened that made me wonder whether Dad was hiding more than a few boxes of old music equipment.

It started with a photograph.

I was cleaning beneath the television when I noticed the drawer Dad always kept closed wasn’t sitting properly in its frame.