I took the paper from the stand, my fingers trembling slightly as I unfolded it. The edges were worn, and the creases along the folds told me it had been read over and over, perhaps by the very person I was looking for. The words on the page were haunting.
Dear sweetheart,
I'm sorry I had to do this, but I had no choice. I've made some bad decisions, and now I'm paying the price. I wanted to protect you from it all, but I can't anymore. By the time you read this, I'll be gone.
Don't look for me. It's better this way. I'm no good for you, and I've never been. You deserve better than a father who can't keep his life together.
Here take this money, call your mom and get a flight ticket and go to her. Don't stay here.
Take care of yourself. I love you.
Dad
