Blocked At Every Turn
As we kept reading, the pattern became painful and undeniable. One letter mentioned a birthday card left at my school, another described a phone call abruptly ended by a man in the house. Donnie circled dates, noting how consistently Roger reached out year after year. One envelope included a photo and a message about waiting for me at a park he somehow knew I liked. Donnie observed that these weren’t vague guesses but specific details. I sorted the letters by year, realizing none had ever been opened until that night.
Blocked At Every Turn
Hidden In Plain Sight
I laid the envelopes out across the table, noticing they all carried our home address with the same zip code and street name. Donnie pointed out the steady yearly postmarks and asked who usually collected the mail. When I said Jacob always did, the truth settled heavily between us. The letters had arrived as intended but were intercepted. I looked at the box that had been hidden in my closet, and Donnie leaned back, stating plainly that this wasn’t accidental. Someone had deliberately kept these from me, ensuring the truth stayed buried.
Hidden In Plain Sight
