My Teenage Daughter Wrote Me a Letter Begging Me to Believe Her Pain — I Found It Five Weeks Later, Tucked Inside My Husband’s Jacket

I don’t want to scare you.

I just want you to believe me, even if they don’t know what’s wrong yet.

Martha read it, and read the last line again, and then she raised her eyes, and her gaze went across the room and into her husband like something with an edge.

“Why,” she said, “do you have this?

This is addressed to me.

She wrote this to me.

Why is it in your jacket?”