The next day I wondered what I was going to do now that my father had passed away. I had never held down a job or even considered what to do with the rest of my life. Now that I look back, I really didn’t know how to do anything other than spend time with my friends. I did know that, after the funeral, the house no longer felt like my own. Things just felt different. So, just to do anything, I started cleaning out my father’s room. 

What a lot of useless books! I was trying to figure out what to do with the stupid statues and books when I came across a letter in his desk drawer. Something about the letter compelled me to read it. I’m still not sure if that was the best or worst thing that I ever did. I do know that, if I had not touched that letter, my life would have been a lot different.

All it said was: “I know that I haven’t been the best father but I do love you. Very much. If you are reading this, this means that I’m no longer around. All I can say is … run … run away from this area as fast as you can. You don’t want to be here when they come.  I don’t know much but they’ve been searching for me for a long time. I thought hiding here would protect you. I was wrong..  Just get out of here. Trust in the letter and never forget.”