I drove aimlessly for hours. I pulled over behind a supermarket and vomited. John’s harsh words kept replaying in my head.
You never should have been born.
At ten minutes to midnight, I finally drove to the secret location.
The small key Mary had hidden in my hand unlocked the side entrance perfectly.
The interior of the building smelled strongly of dirt, motor oil, and rotting wood.
I popped open the wooden box inside.
Inside the space, there was a single chair, a bright lamp plugged into the wall, a tiny desk, and an outdated tape player.
A handwritten note rested on top of the machine.
LISTEN TO THIS BY YOURSELF. THEN FIND PAUL.
I stared at the device for a whole minute before finally pressing the play button.
A harsh static noise played first.
