The cassette sat in the center of the motel room table while nobody reached for it because after everything we had uncovered during the past few days, it somehow felt heavier than every evidence box we had carried across the counter.
Three words had changed everything.
Storm Age 6
I stared at the faded handwriting until the letters blurred together and although I had spent years searching for answers about my childhood and I suddenly wasn’t sure I wanted to hear them.
Drake quietly placed two mugs of coffee on the table before taking the chair beside me and Casey was already setting up an old cassette player that Wayne borrowed from a local historical museum earlier that morning.
“It still works.” Casey said after testing the batteries.
The tiny machine gave a soft mechanical cl
