“He wanted to throw away our deceased daughter’s belongings… but a hidden note changed everything.”

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Girl: I’m telling you because I can’t tell anyone else. If anything happens to me, remember: it was him.

These sentences burned my hands like fire. Each message was etched in my memory. I read them over and over again, and images came flooding back: her frightened look, her withdrawal over the past few months.
Then I realized what I had been refusing to believe: my daughter hadn’t left of her own free will. She had become the victim of the person I considered closest to me.