Linda called me one day.

She was moving to a retirement community.

“I can’t keep checking on the house anymore,” she told me.

That meant I had to go back.

When I opened the door, the air smelled like dust and memories.

I spent two days cleaning.

Then I went into the basement.

While moving boxes, I hit a wooden panel.

It sounded hollow.

My heart started racing.

I pulled the board loose.

Behind it was a hidden space.

And inside it… an old VHS tape.

The label said:

“For My Beloved Daughter.”

Part 5: The Video Message