The caretaker sighed, laying his rake aside. “There’s more,” he said, lowering his voice. “He left something for you. Just before everything happened.”

My heart skipped. “What do you mean?” I pressed, desperation pushing logic aside.

“A letter. Came through me to ensure it found its way to you,” he explained, reaching into his coat pocket and handing me an envelope. It was slightly worn, the edges crumpled, but unmistakably sealed with my father’s insignia—a small, embossed ‘T.V.’

Tearing it open, I quickly scanned the contents. The letter was brief, his handwriting a comforting presence despite the circumstances. “Eli, if you’re reading this, I didn’t make it to see you come home. I’m sorry, son. I wish I could have been there to welcome you back.”

The words blurred momentarily as tears threatened to spill. I blinked rapidly, refocusing, needing to see his final words.

“Linda isn’t who she pretends to be. She framed you, Eli. The evidence she planted—it was her doing. I found out too late, and she had me cornered. Go to the storage unit, locker 57B. Use the key. It was always meant for you. Love, Dad.”

The key felt heavy in my hand, a tangible connection to the father I had lost. My mind reeled, replaying every interaction with Linda, every cold glance and dismissive word. The subtle manipulation, the way she had orchestrated my downfall, all came into sharp focus.

I thanked the caretaker, my voice barely above a whisper, and turned away, determination setting my course. The next stop was clear. I needed to uncover the truth my father had hidden away, the truth that had cost him his life and me my freedom.

The storage facility was on the outskirts of town, a place I had never been. Rows of identical units lined the property, each promising anonymity and secrecy. I found 57B and inserted the key, the lock clicking open with an almost ominous finality.

Inside, the dim light revealed a collection of boxes and an old camcorder perched on top. My father’s voice filled the air as I pressed play, shaky but unmistakably his. “Eli, if you’ve found this, you’re stronger than I gave you credit for,” he said, his image flickering slightly. “There are things you need to know, things Linda would kill to keep hidden.”

I sat down, the weight of the world momentarily lifting. Though my father was gone, his presence, his wisdom, and his trust in me to right these wrongs filled the small space. Justice was out of reach for now, but the truth was within my grasp. And for the first time since my release, the air tasted a little less of bitterness and more like hope.