“Why would you think your father hid this here?” I asked.

“Because I recognize his messy handwriting,” Daisy replied softly.

I took the small paper from her hands and unfolded it with shaking fingers.

She was completely right about the writing.

It was undeniably Brandon’s handwriting.

When I read the very first line, a cold chill ran down my spine and left me speechless.

Daisy looked up at me with tears pooling in her eyes.

“Mom, does this mean Dad knew something bad was going to happen to him?” she asked in a trembling voice.