I grabbed my jacket.
I turned it over, hoping to find an explanation.
Nothing.
I searched the box again, but there was no note.
I grabbed my jacket and car keys.
The address took me to the outskirts of town, past a row of warehouses and an abandoned gas station.
I whispered.
I'd lived in this town my entire life, yet I couldn't remember ever coming here.
I checked the address on the tag again. It matched.
"What were you doing out here, Dad?" I whispered.
I walked around the building, looking for some indication of what it was used for. There was no business sign, no cars, and nothing visible through the windows.
I tried the key.
The place looked almost abandoned, except for a clean welcome mat outside the entrance.
I tried the key.
It turned smoothly.
For a moment, I hesitated, wondering whether I was about to discover something about Dad I would rather not know.