Your friend’s father disappeared yesterday. All they got from him was this email.
John,
The day your Mother left I awoke to an empty bed, house, garage, and heart. No apology, explanation, nor goodbye. Just the empty pill bottle she used to drug me and gain time to leave.
I’m sorry I can’t put into words what I have been through, nor bear to be around the haunting memories. I just hope these nine images will speak for me. Your loving father, Micky.
Look at the nine images and see if you can help your friend understand
Peter Bushby 