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
Not about the child.
About himself.
He had been laid off from his management position at the regional logistics firm at the start of the summer, and he had told no one, least of all his wife.
Chapter 14 — Why He Buried It
Every single morning for over two months, Mark said, he had put on one of his work suits, and picked up his briefcase, and left the house at seven-thirty, and driven away as though he were going to the office.
He wasn’t going anywhere.