In the letter, my father confessed that years ago, he and Walter had planned to buy the farm together. But when my mother was expecting me, he panicked. He took Walter’s money and put the farm solely in his own name, leaving Walter with nothing. My father wrote, “I built everything on betrayal. I’m sorry for lying to you.” The weight of his words crushed me. I realized Walter’s hatred wasn’t jealousy — it was heartbreak. That night, I went to Walter’s house with the farm keys in hand.