PART 1
The first taste of freedom wasn’t sweet. It tasted like diesel fumes, stale coffee, and the cold air of a bus station at sunrise.
After three years in prison, Eli Vance walked out carrying everything he owned in a clear plastic bag. But he wasn’t thinking about prison. He was thinking about his father, Thomas.
For years, Eli had imagined his father waiting at home in his old armchair by the window. But when Eli arrived, the house looked different. New paint. New cars. No trace of his father.
His stepmother, Linda, opened the door.
“Where’s Dad?” Eli asked.
Linda looked at him coldly.
“Your father was buried a year ago.”
Eli was stunned. No one had told him. Linda refused to let him inside and shut the door in his face.
Desperate for answers, Eli went to Oak Hill Cemetery. But the groundskeeper, Harold, told him his father was not buried there.
Then Harold handed him an envelope.
Inside was a letter from Thomas, a brass key, and a card for Storage Unit 108.
