Saturday  June 18th 2016

I must write this all down. I can barely hold the pen but I must. I came to the bottom of the box. A small metal safety box with the key lay at the very bottom.

Inside were ads from years ago. I should have caught on to the dates but I didn't. Ads, junk mail and letters. From dad. After he disappeared.

I skimmed through most. All are as short and stiff as his last one. No love, no sweet words, not even the date. Just over and over again

"I am safe. I am fine. Well hidden."

The words are chicken scratch and hardly able to read as it is. But that is not all. At the very bottom I found a map.

Two weeks ago I'd have been thrilled but my heart is too full to busting to hold any such glee.

Dad is not dead, he must be hiding out or maybe he was kidnapped and is being held hostage. Where was he hidding? It's been 8 years! Why has mom not said anything?! Doesn't she think I care!!!!

I will talk to her tonight!!!

Anne-X