He walked to his office, unlocked a drawer, and removed a thick bundle of envelopes.
Each bore Emily’s name.
Each was dated.
And the last one was dated just three days before her mother died.
Emily opened it.
Emily,
There is one more thing you must know about Anna.
The night she disappeared, I heard someone come home after midnight.
I went downstairs and found your father washing mud from his hands.
He told me he had been working late.
I wanted to believe him.
But the next morning, his car was gone, and so was the blue suitcase Anna always carried.
Emily stopped reading.
She looked at her father.
“Did you hurt Anna?”
