After three years locked away, I returned to learn my father had d!ed and my stepmother ruled his house. She didn’t know he’d hidden a letter and key, leading to a unit and video proving frame-up.

And now, the truth isn’t underground.

That evening, I drove past the old street one last time.

The house was gone to me now—different color, different people, different life.

I didn’t slow down.

I didn’t need to.

Instead, I kept driving until I reached the storage unit.

Unit 108.