My stepmother sl:ammed the door in my face after telling me, “Your father was bu:ried without you.” I didn’t scream, I didn’t beg; I walked straight to the cemetery with my prison clothes still in my backpack. But there I discovered there was no grave… only a secret letter that could destroy it.

An old gardener stopped me near some big trees.

“Who are you looking for, young man?” he asked.

“Camden Dennis,” I replied. “His wife told me he’s buried here.”

The old man looked at me with sad eyes.

“You’re Finnley, aren’t you?”

My chest suddenly went cold.

“How do you know my name?”

The gardener looked over his shoulder toward the main gate and lowered his voice.

“Because your dad asked me to give you this if you ever came looking for him.”

He pulled out a yellow envelope from his jacket. Inside, there was a letter and a small key that said: STORAGE UNIT 108.

“But where is my dad buried?” I asked.

The gardener swallowed hard.

“Not here, son. And if you want to know the real story, don’t go back to that woman yet.”

I opened the letter right there. The very first line read: Son, if you are reading this, it means Reagan has already started lying to you.

That was the moment I realized my dad’s death wasn’t the end of it. It was actually the start of something much worse.

PART 2