RIO
I was officially a perfect storm of pissed off and creeped the f**k out.
Who sneaks into someone's home to plant a bra and still the last letter written by someone’s deceased mother?
I sent Mr. Lawson a quick text to update him that one or both of them were in my house and had stolen my mother's letter, which had my father's name and address on it, but I was still leaving. I told him about the married couple I met and that they were the ones my mother visited overnight the day before her death.
I felt drawn to them, and I was unshakably confident that they would know where to find my father.
I wheeled my luggage across the foyer and walked over to the alarm box again. I punched in my code, but before setting the alarm, I went into the settings myself and removed all access codes,
