CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
“He must have been here!” Emily exclaimed to Daniel once she’d left the basement, her bundle of letters clutched tightly in her arms.
“Someone has been here, there’s nothing to say it was your father,” Daniel countered.
Emily shook her head. “No. It was him. I know it was. I can feel it. No one else would store the letters like that, hide them away in a vault. No one else would read them over and over again.”
Daniel took a deep breath. “Fine. Say it was your father who read the letters. What makes you so certain that he’s alive?”
“Don’t you see?” Emily cried, growing almost hysterical. “Twenty-five years ago my dad disappeared. Five years ago he was in this house reading these letters.” She waved the bundle in the air for emphasis. Then she held up the dollar bill
