“He truly believed he was protecting us from danger,” I explained softly.

She stared down at the letter.

“That’s the classic excuse men use when they want to make huge decisions for everyone else without asking them.”

I carefully folded the pages and slid them back into the envelope.

“He was scared, Paige.”

“Scared of what?” she pressed.

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted.

I moved over to the second storage bin, which held a handheld digital voice recorder, three micro SD memory cards, and a leather notebook.