I stopped reading for a second, because the word “watching” made it hard to breathe.

Reagan didn’t want me talking to you, and Carter kept me isolated, the letter went on. For months, they made me believe you stole money from our construction company.

They showed me documents, but everything was fake.

A massive wave of anger and hurt rolled through me. My dad had actually believed I did it, at first. I kept reading.

I eventually found duplicate invoices, strange bank transfers, and papers signed on days when I was completely knocked out from chemo. I found bank accounts in Carter’s name, and I found your work password written down in Reagan’s notebook.

The paper shook in my hands as I read the next part.