{"id":5902,"date":"2026-09-02T17:50:02","date_gmt":"2026-09-02T17:50:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/?p=5902"},"modified":"2026-09-02T17:50:02","modified_gmt":"2026-09-02T17:50:02","slug":"part-2-i-returned-from-a-hike-to-find-my-family-gone-leaving-behind-one-chilling-note-instead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/?p=5902","title":{"rendered":"PART 2 \u2013 I returned from a hike to find my family gone\u2014leaving behind one chilling note instead."},"content":{"rendered":"
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PART 2<\/h5>\n

The helicopter appeared as a black speck above the trees.
\nAt first, I thought it was another hallucination.
\nBy the ninth day, hunger had begun turning shadows into people. Every crack of a branch sounded like footsteps. Every flash of sunlight through the trees looked like metal.
\nThen Noah lifted his head from my chest.
\n\u201cDad,\u201d he whispered. \u201cIt\u2019s coming toward us.\u201d
\nThe sound grew louder.
\nThe trees shook beneath the force of the blades, and pine needles spun through the air around us. I tried to stand, but my knees folded beneath me.
\nI raised one arm instead.
\n\u201cHere!\u201d I screamed.
\nMy voice barely came out.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

A rescue worker descended through the trees on a cable. The moment his boots touched the ground, I grabbed his jacket.
\n\u201cMy son first.\u201d
\nHe looked at Noah, then at my bleeding feet and the infected cut running along my leg.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re taking both of you.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cTake him first.\u201d
\nNoah clung to me.
\n\u201cI\u2019m not leaving Dad.\u201d
\nThe rescuer crouched beside him.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not leaving him, buddy. You\u2019re just going up before he does.\u201d
\nNoah still refused to release my shirt.
\nFor nine days, I had told him I would protect him.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now he was terrified that the moment he let go, I would disappear too.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

I placed my hand against his cheek.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

His eyes were sunken, his lips cracked from dehydration.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be right behind you,\u201d I promised.<\/p>\n

\u201cPromise?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

Only then did he let the rescuer attach the harness around him.<\/p>\n

As they lifted into the air, Noah stared down at me the entire time.<\/p>\n

He never looked away.<\/p>\n

Neither did I.<\/p>\n

The moment he disappeared into the helicopter, the forest began spinning.<\/p>\n

I remembered another rescuer reaching for me.<\/p>\n

Then everything went black.<\/p>\n

\n

When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room.<\/p>\n

A machine beeped beside me. Clear fluid ran through a tube into my arm. Both of my feet were wrapped in thick white bandages, and my throat felt as though I had swallowed broken glass.<\/p>\n

My first word was Noah\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

A nurse immediately stepped closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTwo rooms down. He\u2019s dehydrated and exhausted, but the doctors believe he\u2019ll recover completely.\u201d<\/p>\n

I tried to sit up.<\/p>\n

Pain shot through my body.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need to see him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to stay still.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said I need to see my son.\u201d<\/p>\n

The nurse studied my face for a moment, then quietly moved the wheelchair beside my bed.<\/p>\n

Ten minutes later, she pushed me into Noah\u2019s room.<\/p>\n

He was asleep beneath a blue blanket. A small stuffed bear had been placed beside his pillow.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t recognize it.<\/p>\n

A woman wearing a sheriff\u2019s badge stood near the window.<\/p>\n

She looked to be in her mid-forties, with dark hair pulled tightly behind her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Sheriff Evelyn Hart. I\u2019ve been waiting to speak with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is my family?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her expression changed.<\/p>\n

Not surprise.<\/p>\n

Not confusion.<\/p>\n

Something closer to caution.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what we\u2019re trying to determine.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked back at Noah.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid they report us missing?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart remained silent.<\/p>\n

That silence answered me before she did.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she finally said.<\/p>\n

The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey left a nine-year-old child in the mountains without food or water.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd they didn\u2019t call anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

I gripped the armrests of the wheelchair.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you find us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA forestry pilot spotted the emergency signal you made with the stones near the eastern ridge.\u201d<\/p>\n

The letters had taken me nearly two days to finish.<\/p>\n

S.<\/p>\n

O.<\/p>\n

S.<\/p>\n

Each stone had felt heavier than the last.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf that pilot hadn\u2019t changed his flight path because of smoke from a small fire twenty miles north,\u201d she continued, \u201che might never have seen you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Noah\u2019s sleeping face.<\/p>\n

My family had not expected us to be rescued.<\/p>\n

They had expected the mountain to finish what they started.<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart pulled a chair closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need you to tell me everything that happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

So I did.<\/p>\n

I told her about the invitation.<\/p>\n

The cabins.<\/p>\n

The hike.<\/p>\n

The empty clearing.<\/p>\n

The note in my mother\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n

When I finished, she opened a folder and placed a clear plastic evidence bag on the table.<\/p>\n

Inside was the note.<\/p>\n

Daniel,<\/p>\n

This had to happen. Don\u2019t come looking for us. Noah is your responsibility now. You have taken enough from this family. We are done paying for your mistakes.<\/p>\n

Seeing the words again made my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA rescue worker found it inside your shirt.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had folded the note and kept it against my chest for nine days.<\/p>\n

Part of me had been afraid I would lose it.<\/p>\n

Another part had needed proof that I had not imagined what they had done.<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart leaned forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that your mother\u2019s handwriting?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you certain?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve received birthday cards from her every year of my life. That is her handwriting.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour family told a different story.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou found them?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot yet. But we found something they left behind.\u201d<\/p>\n

She removed another document from the folder.<\/p>\n

It was a copy of a police report.<\/p>\n

The report had been filed in Denver three days after Noah and I disappeared.<\/p>\n

My father had told police that I was emotionally unstable following Claire\u2019s death.<\/p>\n

He claimed I had become angry during the cabin trip, taken Noah into the woods and refused to return.<\/p>\n

My sister told the responding officer that I had threatened to disappear forever.<\/p>\n

Troy claimed he had tried to follow me, but I had warned him that I was carrying a knife.<\/p>\n

My mother said I had shouted that no one would ever see Noah or me again.<\/p>\n

I read the report twice.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey said I kidnapped my own son?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey said they believed you intended to harm yourself and possibly Noah.\u201d<\/p>\n

My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why did they wait three days to report it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is one of many questions we intend to ask them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey knew exactly where we were.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe they did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey removed the cabins.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe confirmed that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart placed several photographs on the table.<\/p>\n

The first showed a flatbed truck carrying one of the rental cabins down the access road.<\/p>\n

The second showed the other cabin following behind it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe rental company received a request for early removal at six forty-five that morning,\u201d she said. \u201cThe request came from your father\u2019s phone.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father had arranged for the cabins to be collected while Noah and I were hiking.<\/p>\n

It had all been planned.<\/p>\n

The timing.<\/p>\n

The note.<\/p>\n

The lies.<\/p>\n

Everything.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe drivers said they saw your parents, your sister, her husband and both children loading the cars,\u201d Sheriff Hart continued. \u201cThey were told you and Noah had already left with friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n

Melissa had been making pancakes when we left.<\/p>\n

Troy had been chopping wood.<\/p>\n

My father had been drinking coffee.<\/p>\n

They had acted completely normal because they already knew what was about to happen.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did they go?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTraffic cameras recorded all three vehicles traveling east. Your father\u2019s car crossed into Kansas the following morning. Your sister\u2019s vehicle was recorded near the Oklahoma border. Troy\u2019s truck disappeared after entering New Mexico.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey separated.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt appears so.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what we need your help understanding.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand it either.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart watched me carefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother\u2019s note accused you of taking something from the family.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was lying.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCould she have been referring to money?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProperty?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA business?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father owns a construction company. I worked there years ago, but I left before Noah was born.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you leave?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father and I disagreed about how he treated employees.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the simple answer.<\/p>\n

The truth was uglier.<\/p>\n

My father believed loyalty meant silence.<\/p>\n

He underpaid workers, ignored safety complaints and threatened anyone who questioned him. When I refused to sign altered inspection records, he told me I was embarrassing the family.<\/p>\n

I resigned the next morning.<\/p>\n

He never forgave me.<\/p>\n

But that had been ten years earlier.<\/p>\n

It did not explain why he would leave his grandson to die.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas your wife involved with the company?\u201d Sheriff Hart asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cClaire handled some accounting work for them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout six months.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe year before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart stopped writing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did she discover?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question struck me harder than it should have.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat makes you think she discovered something?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPeople rarely run across three states and abandon two family members in the wilderness because of an old argument.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked toward Noah.<\/p>\n

He was still sleeping, but his forehead had tightened as though he were having a nightmare.<\/p>\n

\u201cClaire quit suddenly,\u201d I said. \u201cShe told me my father\u2019s records were a disaster. After that, she refused to discuss the company.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she keep copies of anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she ever mention missing money?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFalse invoices?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAccounts under unfamiliar names?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

My voice came out louder than I intended.<\/p>\n

Noah shifted beneath the blanket.<\/p>\n

I lowered my voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cClaire died eighteen months ago. I spent most of that time trying to remember how to breathe. I wasn\u2019t investigating my father\u2019s company.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart closed the folder.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did your wife die?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCar accident.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWas she alone?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA mountain road outside Boulder.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWas anyone charged?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Her car went through a guardrail during heavy rain.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart\u2019s eyes remained on mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas the vehicle examined?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course it was.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe insurance company. The police.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you still have the report?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt home.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stood.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like a copy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I suddenly felt cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think Claire\u2019s death is connected to this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what I think yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before I could answer, Noah opened his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n

I moved the wheelchair closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n

He reached for my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre Grandma and Grandpa coming?\u201d<\/p>\n

My throat tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre they mad at us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGrandpa said you were going to learn a lesson.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart immediately turned toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen did he say that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah looked at her nervously.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d I said. \u201cYou can tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n

He rubbed the edge of the blanket between his fingers.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe night before the hike.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat exactly did your grandfather say?\u201d Sheriff Hart asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said Dad was going to learn what happens when he steals from the family.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt the blood drain from my face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI never stole anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah looked confused.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid anyone else hear him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUncle Troy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did Troy say?\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe laughed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart sat down again.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you hear anything else that night?\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah hesitated.<\/p>\n

His small fingers tightened around mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cI woke up because people were talking outside.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGrandpa and Uncle Troy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat were they saying?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI couldn\u2019t hear everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all right. Tell us what you remember.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cGrandpa said they had to get it before you opened the box.\u201d<\/p>\n

A sharp ringing filled my ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat box?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid he say where it was?\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said the bank would call you on Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n

Monday.<\/p>\n

The day after we were supposed to return from the cabin trip.<\/p>\n

I stared at the wall as a forgotten memory surfaced.<\/p>\n

Three weeks earlier, I had received a letter from a bank in Boulder.<\/p>\n

The letter said they had discovered an inactive safe-deposit box registered jointly to Claire and me.<\/p>\n

I had assumed it contained old documents or jewelry.<\/p>\n

The bank manager had asked me to come in with identification.<\/p>\n

I had scheduled the appointment for the Monday after our trip.<\/p>\n

I had mentioned it during dinner at my parents\u2019 house.<\/p>\n

My mother had dropped her fork.<\/p>\n

My father had immediately asked what Claire had kept inside.<\/p>\n

I told him I didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n

At the time, I thought his interest was harmless.<\/p>\n

Now I understood.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey know about Claire\u2019s safe-deposit box,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs the appointment still scheduled?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the clock on the hospital wall.<\/p>\n

It was Sunday night.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich bank?\u201d<\/p>\n

I told her.<\/p>\n

She immediately stepped into the hallway and made a call.<\/p>\n

Noah pulled my hand closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked down at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGrandma came into our cabin before we left for the hike.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did she do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe took your phone.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy phone was in my backpack.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe opened it while you were helping Grandpa move the cooler.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she take anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cA little silver key.\u201d<\/p>\n

The safe-deposit box key.<\/p>\n

I had kept it in the inner pocket of my backpack since receiving the bank\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n

My mother had stolen it before sending us into the woods.<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart returned to the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe bank confirmed the box exists.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone tried to access it four days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA woman using identification in your mother\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she open it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. The bank refused because both registered owners were listed, and they had not yet processed Claire\u2019s death certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time since the helicopter arrived, I felt something close to relief.<\/p>\n

Then Sheriff Hart continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe woman became aggressive and left before security arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo they have video?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you know where my mother is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe know where she was four days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah suddenly whispered, \u201cThe red car.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat red car?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe one Grandma got into at the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart and I both froze.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow would you know that?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

Noah\u2019s face went pale.<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw it.\u201d<\/p>\n

My chest tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were in the mountains with me four days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen where did you see the red car?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt the cabins.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared toward the doorway as though he expected someone to be standing there.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt came during the night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho was driving it?\u201d Sheriff Hart asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cA woman.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did she look like?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t see her face.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid anyone speak to her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGrandpa did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe gave him a yellow envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah\u2019s breathing quickened.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen Grandpa said, \u2018Claire should\u2019ve burned this when she had the chance.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart seemed to stop.<\/p>\n

Claire.<\/p>\n

My dead wife.<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart slowly turned toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Mercer, is there any chance your wife left instructions somewhere besides the safe-deposit box?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAn email account? A lawyer? A storage unit?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThink carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I remembered something.<\/p>\n

After Claire died, I had been unable to open her personal email account. I tried several passwords, but none worked. Eventually, I stopped trying.<\/p>\n

However, Claire had once shown me a feature that allowed emails to be scheduled months or even years in advance.<\/p>\n

She used it to send birthday messages to Noah while traveling for work.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat date is it?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cAugust third,\u201d Sheriff Hart answered.<\/p>\n

August third.<\/p>\n

My hands began trembling again.<\/p>\n

Claire and I had been married on August third.<\/p>\n

Every year, at exactly eight o\u2019clock in the evening, she sent me an anniversary message.<\/p>\n

Sometimes it was funny.<\/p>\n

Sometimes it was romantic.<\/p>\n

Sometimes it was only three words.<\/p>\n

Still choosing you.<\/p>\n

I looked at the clock.<\/p>\n

7:58 p.m.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy phone,\u201d I said. \u201cI need a phone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart handed me hers.<\/p>\n

I opened my email account and entered my password.<\/p>\n

The inbox loaded.<\/p>\n

7:59.<\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n

I told myself I was chasing a ghost.<\/p>\n

Claire was dead.<\/p>\n

Dead people did not send warnings.<\/p>\n

Then the clock changed.<\/p>\n

8:00 p.m.<\/p>\n

A new message appeared at the top of my inbox.<\/p>\n

The sender was Claire Mercer.<\/p>\n

The subject line contained only four words:<\/p>\n

DANIEL, THEY FOUND OUT.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My hands shook so badly that Sheriff Hart had to steady the phone.<\/p>\n

I opened the message.<\/p>\n

There was no greeting.<\/p>\n

No anniversary wish.<\/p>\n

Only three sentences.<\/p>\n

If you are reading this, I was unable to stop them. My death was not an accident. Do not trust your father, your mother, Melissa or Troy.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Below the message was a photograph.<\/p>\n

It showed my father standing beside Claire\u2019s damaged car.<\/p>\n

The picture had been taken three days before she died.<\/p>\n

In his hand was a pair of wire cutters.<\/p>\n

And behind him, staring directly toward the camera, was the woman from the red car.<\/p>\n

Sheriff Hart enlarged the image.<\/p>\n

For several seconds, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n

Then I recognized the woman.<\/p>\n

I had seen her at Claire\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n

She had stood at the back of the church, crying harder than anyone in my family.<\/p>\n

I never learned her name.<\/p>\n

But Noah did.<\/p>\n

He pointed at the screen and whispered:<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the woman Grandma told me was my real grandmother.\u201d\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

CLICK HERE CONTINUE TO READ PART 3 \u2013 I returned from a hike to find my family gone\u2014leaving behind one chilling note instead.<\/a><\/h5>\n<\/div>\n