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

The words burned like fire in my hands. Each message burned into my mind. I read them over and over, images flashing through my mind: her terrified eyes, how she’d withdrawn into herself in recent months.

Then I realized what I refused to believe: my daughter hadn’t left of her own free will. She had become the victim of the person I considered closest to her.