I took the spare key.
I opened the door.
And what I saw inside made me froze in place.
I finally realized why my father kept Emily’s secret for so long…
What was really going on behind those closed doors?
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The walls were covered with hundreds of sheets of paper, each written in capital letters. On the table lay children’s books, colorful flashcards and small wooden blocks with letters.
Dad was sitting next to Emily, and my daughter was holding a letter in her hands.
She began to read slowly:
