I’m Jason, 40. I clawed my way out of poverty — built a company, bought the dream car, and married Emily, my high school sweetheart. Fifteen years later, we have a beautiful daughter, Mia. I told myself I was doing it all for them… but maybe I was just running from the kid who once had nothing. Last week, I came home late. “Emily? Mia?” No answer. Room after room — empty. Then I saw it. Mia’s lunchbox, right in the middle of the kitchen table. Waiting. Inside was a folded note. “If you’re readin