James
The next day Everlyn learned about the note from the police. They didn’t tell her what it said because it was in an envelope addressed to her and her mother. We had to drive four hours one way to pick it up.
“This is the last thing he ever touched,” she sniffled as she held it in her hands.
“Are you going to read it?” I asked.
“No,” she said shaking her head. “It’s addressed to mom and I so I think I should wait for her.”
“Have you been able to get a hold of her?” I asked. She had been frantically trying to call the retreat and her mother’s phone.
“No,” she said and started to cry again. “She’s going to come home feeling so happy and good about herself then this will destroy her.”
“Maybe you should read it first,” I said. “You know your dad, knowing him
