Home Entertainment Game Technology Advertisement Part 2: For eight years, my parents made me leave the house every time my brother brought his fiance over; Mom said, “She comes from a good family, don’t embarrass us”; Dad added, “Just disappear for the weekend”; I did; then one weekend, I never came back; it took them four years to find out where I went.

It belonged to my father.

My stomach turned.

"Why does Grandma have a letter from Mitch?"

Nora looked troubled.

"Because your grandmother confronted him five years ago."

I stared at her.

"And?"

"He wrote this afterward."

I slowly opened the envelope.

Inside was a single sheet of paper.

*Mother,*

*You don't understand what happened at the hospital.*

*Stacey would never have survived the truth.*

*I made the decision I thought was necessary.*

*Please leave it alone.*

My hands began trembling.

It was signed:

**MITCH LOCKHEART.**

I looked up.

"He knew Grandma was investigating."

Nora nodded.

"And he admitted there was something to hide."

***

The police detective assigned to our case was named Daniel Grant.

He listened without interrupting as I explained the years of confinement, the memorial donations, and the insurance payout.

When I showed him photographs of the locked bedroom, his expression changed.

"How old were you when your parents began keeping you isolated?"