I made my prom dress from my late father's old uniform - but what I found hidden in the fabric shocked me.

"Please don't trust Glen..."

A trembling hand covered his mouth.

"Oh... Christopher..."

I stared at her.

"Nana?"

She looked at me, tears in her eyes.

"Keep reading, Josie."

I took the letter out of her hands.

"Keep reading, Josie."

The paper was trembling in my hands.

"My little girl, if you're reading this, it means life took over before I could tell you everything."

The words got stuck in the back of my throat.

It had been five years since Dad died, but his handwriting still reminded me of his style. Warm. Unrefined. He pressed too hard when he wanted to say something.

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